“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”…Jack Kerouac

Earth twirls–swirls and fluctuations ensue; either heating or chilling, either simple or killing, and humanities’ whimsy can assist or resist or incline or decline to touch-the-hand-to-hand-to handle-to hearts in memory shifts. Shifts horrific or to include the wonders of new, of differences, of simple– similarity of Peace, of Teach, of Reach, and to embrace the race of sweet life, of sweet love and Humanities’ Purest—Practices!

Difference same—same difference and always “Arms open are most excellent.”

In a couple of thousand years, the ‘Travelers’ again will spread wings-to-fly and cross space from a slender beginning to a Mother ship called Earth. With each arrival; many sorts, will term them Gods and Goddesses and Wizards and Angels and Men. The Travelers will unite and divide and arrange and re-arrange and construct and de-construct to originate and annihilate. Ones to worship and ones to fear. Too fearful to despise and each time, their comings and goings are recorded by written word, then word re-written and replaced. Always wars—always. Ever advanced to Earthlings and why these worshiped ones—do not know peace? And! If true; these, creatures of woe, are not true and are not life. No one wonders—why Earthlings are always at war…

Expansions and shifting reds to perceive a Star Path’s motions absent; while Suns’ rubicund color implies, ‘out-bounders’ while ‘in-bounders’ are not ‘red’ shifters. ’Bench markers’ nova enhanced only hinge on the invariability of moment, a ‘tick-tock’ throughout the Universal Split. If Time is ‘downshifting’ than our impressions of solitary tempo is on slow-bump-grind into a dimension of New Space? “Twinkle-Twinkle-Little Star”—how we marvel at what you are? And! Even ancient stars; by Earth-spin-twirl perspective, does seem to still be accelerating.

Just disappeared into a tidal pull of ‘no reason’— ‘To no doubt about It’

We imagine constant lights, with you there and here and almost everywhere. Viewpoints; angled or dangled or jangled or maybe still same ‘donchaknow’? What occurs when appearance shifts, to only deceive? ‘Shifters’ time lies and space-place and people-in-charge appearing to-be-in-charge are people being studied by people appearing to be ‘not-in-charge.’ So! Let another Dance-without-sound—begin!

We are children of those salted seas and spirit trees. And! Clouds do search for skies. Hollow man; robot be and sans spirit animation without ‘ghosts in machines. We be not holy hollows; we be imagined imaginations beyond pushes of strengths and we dance baby birthing and through powerful protection and iron love, we survive.

Nothing is deeper than love or better than together songs and the unification of interminable spirits. Tired and tried and tested! Rested and begin moving away, a time to go and a quick giggle before looking back. Is this a last time or final rhyme, this time against another line, and moving on? And! Is it finally time to go? Fire of blue light a ‘sorta’ start-stop, dancing right, then yellow streaks, red coats and journey starts. Screaming moons toward light and still; horses run Martian Ridges.

We are self-obsessed; everything us, our gods, our history, our philosophy and our psychology. Still! Cavern folks we may be; then see our ignorance, our prejudices, maybe weak sense and shadow selves and trying to learn to set us free; above ground, round where sunlight and shadows both, confuse and naturally mix. We are grains of elementary realities divided and cornered and pushed and pulled and colliding with one-another. We attract, we join, we couple and uncouple either; by–by-product and always random and often accidentally. And! What happened to Democritus? Why is Aristotle’s ‘thought speak’ the foundation of Western normalcy? Why monotheism? Why the ‘anti-pagan’ movement powered by yet another belief ‘Christianity’? Why destroy all written proof not in accordance with ‘Christian Ideas’? Emperor Theodosius made Christianity ‘the only and obligatory religion’ of a once open-minded Empire and Ancient Schools in both—Athens and Alexandria. These schools were closed, and Democritus’ texts of ‘Naturalism’ destroyed. Why? Aristotle and Plato were both ‘Pagans’. They believed in the immortality of the Spirit and the possible existence of God and Gods, Prime ‘Directors’ and not in accordance with Christian’s baffling wanders, but close enough to be tolerated. Must be an Ark! Ships of wood could fool and could be; maybe, a Starship crossing another Sea-of-sky and those spaces between the Stars.

Always wondering doncha know!

Do Spirits depart and travel homeward; to other places, to other suns and spaces where planet twirl does not matter and race-races, racing and starts ‘n’ stops do not exist. No time flavors or must do favors. Not an end! Just a simple begin again and is always right along our side; ’tis maybe, that great mystery we want to know we know anyway. Nothing judges eternal Spirits. There are no reasons or rhymes, nor times to forgive, no material needs or greed. Nothing to develop or disappear. Great church sides lurch forward and backward and more words of material gains and losses and found always around and never necessary and always there.

Beware of any move toward ‘Martial Law’ for those moves will be motions toward another lean toward dictatorship in America; ‘Home of the Wealthy and of the Afraid. Violent sputters and freedoms’ totters, as attacks—re-acts, recalls the falls of heart-mists-tears-the-fears or the ‘WTF’ of thought sense or is the word ‘Nationalist’ another word for ‘Ignorant Hate’?

America’s women-folk learning to defend against—the violence of America’s menfolk…And! When in ‘thoughts reasonable’ does mankind have a single right—to rule-over—womankind? ‘WTF’—again—ad infinitum. Domination is abomination! Be very aware of ‘Executive Branches.’ The laws of the land—must be our freedom-from-serfdom—donchathink?

Just disappeared into a tidal pull of ‘no reason’— ‘To no doubt about It’

‘Brush to lids—of my own eyes—with sweet—your lips—touch deep—my heart—with spirit dance—your strength as—my own—often fails. We—you and I—do spin wheels—together—and—taste soft wine—in starlight bright—and—setting moon—so large that—reflected eyes— lock these—mind spaces—in—forever memories—of life. Tis—good this dream…Tis—sweet this Night…Shining candles—harbor flash—from sea-today-and-follow-tide…Come to harbor—sirens call…Shining candles—harbor flash… From sea-to-safety-side—tonight.’

And! Beautiful you are…

‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’...Billy Joel

‘Candy’…Iggy Pop w/Kate Pierson