tracing water white mountains black river,
Lower Arizona, salt river/Gila/,
through black Canyon white river, forming the Salt/Gila/Agua Fria watershed.
localized in place, spirit geography.
: ponderosa pine flowing into saguaro, standing people,
walking howling Arizona grey coyote walking,
elk aspen grass eating,
bear with spikenard yerba del lobo,
osprey and blue heron riparian willow and flowering people,
beaver ring tailed cat,
javelina acorn rooting, land, earth singing us this way.
Drinking snow melt lightning rain, hail and obsidian,
creosote and prickly pear, cholla and mesquite standing swaying wind.
landscape, geography of place,
knowing earth, walking. Listening watching for a song
news: Rain, thunder, lightning, a moment of calm, to breathe,
here in Gila/Salt river,
tall standing summer saguaros with cream white flowers,
ocotillo to grow leaves, red coral flowers,
up north near a white mtn,
black river flows muddy ash from fire,
glad for rain,
glad rain,
air with creosote flower pollen,
glad for rain,
ponderosa pine on the mountain,
glad for rain, so glad,
glad for rain salt river
Yes, saguaro and creosote speak directly,
learning listen is learning listen,
no compassionate listening,
listening.
If you want the earth to speak,
listening tocrowd, mobs in cliches of smashing windows, violence,
only listening can speak.
can listen,
listening and speaking intimacy.
Nature doesn't speak.
Saguaro cactus speaks, Nature doesn't speak.
one creoste bush in one place,
speaking to one person,
larea tridetata
speaking small yellow flowers.
listening speaking,
soft playful seductive intimate,
courting palo verde,
saguaro with flowers the yucca have, glowing in the moonlight
full moon desert,
perfect stumbling looking and listening to salt river nights sights sounds and smells-
silence welcome-
peace
as it is, as in is,
the one come, descriptive.
As it is
no ism -ist term
no prescriptive term,
no should be.
doing, making life someone
things happen.
Basic alive, living beings self- correct,
become out of balance
who we are.
A bicycle in a shed is a bicycle in a shed,
after two years in a shed, inflate the tires and go.
I have found myself thinking and imagining like a bicycle in
a shed.
I lazy mind goes to bicycle in shed-mind.
I think bicycle, waiting for someone to air my tires-
a mechanistic model of understanding.
Spend your time with creosote and you begin to adapt chapparel-
logic, gobernadora mind.
I like the smell of Larrea tridentata sweat,
I want to sway. I want to prance, tilt my head back,
breathe my feet.
Spend time with bicycles, tv, iPhone, cars and develop
bicycle-mind.
I want someone to air up my tires.
I want to be ridden, rather than want to ride.
I become an object, and I objectify my experience.
It's happening to me.
I habituate passive, watching instead of looking, seeing, reaching.
living beings are self initiating, growing according to an inner pattern that itself changes.
There is give and take.
Like a seduction, falling in love changes the lover and the loved.
Otherwise predictable masturbation, like a porno movie that ends the same way-
because a movie, lifeless, predictable, always replayed in the same exact mechanistic routine.
So choice is the ultimate human, play, loving.
Making shit happen because.
Yes marriage had to change and has to continue to change,
not according to linear-mechanistic time, with a goal in mind like a cosmic porno flick.
It's circular change, living growth which may mean antiquated forms.
Anyway.... Lots of respect for mothers, married moms, moms in bikinis, moms in dresses
...according to choice, the decision, what is true for each one
...... End Of Teisho
