We chop wood into the evening

It is not the real wood 

But the cleaving of it

The splintering of minds

Cracking through dawn

As if flown wildly by a lumberjack

As arrows fly

Swallows chase them out

It is all we are

That moves this through

We are all heros

We are heros.

Letting the candles burn in pain

It burns like an ice cube

In the living room

I can touch the tip 

And freeze my fingers

It is like this heart 

Going for a stroll

It is a winding path

Full of white flowers

Glowing under the full moon

Ah, wonders upon wonders

Becomes infinite

Till tea time.
I like moss

And rocks

And trees 

And bees


I like them in a house

I like them in my sock

I like them in a boat

Yes

It is good to take a walk in

Other places.
Hugging the giant spinning telephone

All I could hear were the gears winding around

Loudly 

Loud

And I took a walk because that was a nice thing

The place was in spring

Trees full of crows gathering

And you can't hear what they are saying

Because it is getting dark out.
In this moony night

Glad the fears are small

As moons sometimes tell

A world which is hiding something well

Like a mask from long ago

Held stiffly to some persons throat

Like old king toad

He was crushed by his crown

Now he waits for nothing

Will someone show him the way to the pond

Perhaps the water is fresh now

And safe.
It is time

The time to make the rivers of love run deep

Time for keeps

It is not the apple from the lime so sweet

But was sweet all the time

Full of thunder 

Holding sugar

Making laughter on the table

With the platter

Full of delicacies.

A real feeling is an emotion that touches your heart.


May days

It is so very strange

I can't make sense of all these changes

Some would say it is easy

Just flow with it

Go with it

And that is like turning into liquid

So you dance alone

But you never know

As she moves in the dark

Big beating heart

And it is racing slowly

Down the stream

Are just like waking dreams

And silly has a ice cream gun

While red dresses move under the sun

Oh God

Love.

My birthday day is coming up in a month and half so here is one for all you moon buddies out there!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltLIwdXIc6w

So Mark, do you have anything good to say?

Sure.

I have a history in the visual world that is moving into some super cool directions.  After helping design three coffee shop interiors I am keenly putting my home into new and very exciting designs.  I borrow a little from only a few and am going into uncharted territory.  This project has been going on for about two years.  I am going to take some pictures to show people what I have done and probably blow them away.

I am also waiting for the full moon to some pictures using extra electronic equipment and other extras which create visionary art as if you were on some exotic unusual planet but with Earth's moon.

I am also (Sigh) going to take my visual meditation project to UC San Francisco and UC Berkeley to have the results tested scientifically with electronic equipment.  I had to leave the Professor I was working with in Chico before I got very far with it but I'm sure he could talk with a professor at another university.  This could be the discovery of the decade.  It would cure most eye sight problems and help with all kinds of mental disorders.

I would also want to teach people how to view a good computer animation for healing purposes.

So I hope that helps gives you an idea of good things in the works. 

BEEN THINKING IN THE MORNING

It seems that it is so easy to look at things the wrong way.  Even see yourself in the wrong light.  To really believe that the perception is true and even logical.  Then to find that there are very different ways to view something that seemed obviously the way things were.  As if truth has taken a hold on my mind sometimes, but really parading as the truth.  The thing is the other ways of looking at things doesn't have to be the exact opposite.  I don't think that is always the case at all.  I would think I was right on, but I was really missing the mark.  So I go from yellow to green.  That has a lot to do with acceptance I think.  Also how to be realistic about things too.  Being aware of patterns and being willing to adapt even when it is not ideal.  And if that sounds negative, maybe it is, but then other things start falling into perspective.   I can see the good I have more clearly and love that more easily.  I can feel happy now considering that things aren't so bad.  Complaining is never good even if there are reasons because it can lead to anger and resentment.  I really want to focus more on the positive since that is where my joys come from.  Nothing wrong with putting something under a microscope or telescope, but know what I want close to me, where my conscious wants to be the most, is what I need to focus on.

Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.