Daily earthquakes constantly shake
so I create a ritual, I walk.
I walk,
I walk quickly avoiding alleyways,
I glide past the neon stares, glares,
Everywhere within the rare events of life are reminders.
Memories shaken from sleep.
The signs in life that were in shadow
I watch a monk bent over tending to his garden.
Concerned for the trees and worms, beetles and snails,
he gently cuddles them, all the children of this nation.
He softly encourages one and all,
to find refuge within the heated earth,
What we judge as dark is also light.
What we discern as light is also dark.
All shades of life with no simple duality of extreme.
We witness liberating signs of life
I am showered with validation and Self-love.
I am awakened from death to rebirth my imagination.
I begin again to imagine my Self a new story.
I dream my Self a new dream.
Larger than my life,
I need to get out
of my thin paper-wall room.
Flee the fragile construction
Flee the fragile construction
of the Worker's Guesthouse.
Avoid being inside a matchbox
Avoid being inside a matchbox
ready to ignite in case of fire.
I walk,
I traverse beneath sub-way trains.
I walk along traffic-clogged roads,
I walk along traffic-clogged roads,
through nature-lined parks,
under tree branches by flower gardens,
under tree branches by flower gardens,
over water arterial pathways,
past rock bands playing
past rock bands playing
heavy metal, rap and hip-hop,
competing for fans stranded in
competing for fans stranded in
the open air oasis of urban parklands.
I walk past shiny desire
beautifully machined into personalities.
Designer labeled elegance
graphically alluring to the passersby.
Yours to have and hold just pay cash, or swipe a card,
press the touch pad to select and receive.
Cans and bottles full of beer, sake, juice,
iced milk coffee or green tea.
Walls and streets of machines that vend
satisfaction to satisfy any need.
Solar powered health aids, sex aids,
comic books, street maps, food parcels.
All prettily wrapped in delicate paper
and sealed attractive, yet accessible to all.
Disposable convenience sold to friends and strangers.
One day I found a camera vending machine,
and picked up a disposable camera.
I clicked and flash-capturing
I clicked and flash-capturing
the spirits of people
weaving between the worlds ...
Spirits by water fountains
Spirits by water fountains
looking blurred like bends of water,
Spirits ascending upward to sky as the Earth pitched.
Spirits simultaneously descending downward
Spirits ascending upward to sky as the Earth pitched.
Spirits simultaneously descending downward
onto the ground spinning
out of control during the Earth's roll.
I rejected occasional drunk men passing by,
approaching me for quick sex in dark corners.
These strangers strangely whispered
sweet nothings into my ear.
Pushing and promising speedy exchanges.
Fast, cheap interaction, no sitting or kissing required.
Heated breath, warm rice wine exhales,
cigarette smells, greedy hands bargaining.
Pushing and promising speedy exchanges.
Fast, cheap interaction, no sitting or kissing required.
Heated breath, warm rice wine exhales,
cigarette smells, greedy hands bargaining.
They all took rejection badly.
My refusals of their unkind offers.
Their urgent desire for intimacy needed no eye contact.
Their urgent desire for intimacy needed no eye contact.
I always found the safest and quietest route back home.
I walk quickly avoiding alleyways,
I evade unexpected encounters.
I learn to ignore anything,
but not everything,
while I look for signs of loving life.
There are signs in the city
There are signs in the city
that communicate the best way forward.
How to push through the unwanted events,
How to push through the unwanted events,
neutralize the noise, not bother with the fuss or confusion.
I glide past the neon stares, glares,
dance around the competitive nudges of strangers.
It seems everyone is seeking refuge
from unwanted life experience.
Yet, we are all on the same trail
Yet, we are all on the same trail
to detect the secrets within the book of life.
There is ancient knowledge
There is ancient knowledge
contained inside our body of archives.
How the human mind and universal heart
How the human mind and universal heart
translate the language of society.
How the heart of every society
How the heart of every society
decodes the wisdom of ages,
all that is bookmarked historically inside humans.
Everywhere within the rare events of life are reminders.
Memories shaken from sleep.
The signs in life that were in shadow
begin to become illuminated.
All the passageways slowly clear,
and within the human heart a
All the passageways slowly clear,
and within the human heart a
ll that was lost is once again found.
Collective tragedy
Collective tragedy
quenches the thirst of sorrow,
and fills all the vacancies
and fills all the vacancies
forgetfulness brings for lust of life.
In moments of grief the human heart awakens,
and the mental organ's become suddenly love-filled.
Desire rekindles to release all the now
In moments of grief the human heart awakens,
and the mental organ's become suddenly love-filled.
Desire rekindles to release all the now
unimportant troubles of the past,
all that before plagued
all that before plagued
and weighted life down
within each human's heart.
All that and more, releases,
All that and more, releases,
as the earth quakes change,
shakes it's Self free of what is pent up.
We are reminded of previous historical destruction.
Everyone momentarily looses their cool,
We are reminded of previous historical destruction.
Everyone momentarily looses their cool,
shares their mass need to forgive
and forget past wrongs doings.
We all are one,
We all are one,
united in the surreal turmoil
of safety and survival.
We all bleed,
and the act of bleeding
generates the same simple sound.
Amongst the life signs
Amongst the life signs
and coronary streets trafficking confusion,
are glimpses of the occasional human
are glimpses of the occasional human
camped out in a dark corner.
Disguised as an electrocardiogram
Disguised as an electrocardiogram
witnessing and reading the beats,
counting each heart rhythm
counting each heart rhythm
as a footstep drumming,
a fingerprint strumming,
an instep tapping
and lapping at life's distant shores.
I watch a monk bent over tending to his garden.
Concerned for the trees and worms, beetles and snails,
he gently cuddles them, all the children of this nation.
He softly encourages one and all,
to find refuge within the heated earth,
our earthly home, now quickly cooling.
I walk past flower stands still blooming,
and pretty red-bean stuffed green mochi.
I walk past flower stands still blooming,
and pretty red-bean stuffed green mochi.
The night air is the business of the walled street.
Colors embody the same qualities
in the darkest shadow, as well as the fullest light.
One and the same aspect of Soul,
the colours we perceive and experience.
One and the same aspect of Soul,
the colours we perceive and experience.
Color as separate events, dry, wet, rain, snow,
all independent colours within the same body of life.
all independent colours within the same body of life.
What we judge as dark is also light.
What we discern as light is also dark.
All shades of life with no simple duality of extreme.
This or that, one or the other,
each colour is composed of all colours.
One color, one event, one experience,
One color, one event, one experience,
one sense of Self, one Soul ...
perhaps what we are experiencing
perhaps what we are experiencing
is the individualization of our Soul,
as it separates from life
as it separates from life
to distinguish it's Self at source.
I walk past Korean workers,
as they hastily prepare Japanese take-out food.
I watch Japanese workers make American fast food.
I witness Arabs vend Italian leather,
as Africans trade Chinese pearls.
I hear Russian women sell their wares,
as Thai women ply their trade.
I squeeze into streets full
of half broken red and blue neon streaks.
I see uplifting signs reflect down onto wet ground.
Unearthly signs of change reflect up onto pedestrian faces.
Proletarian rain blurs obscure
the color palette of urban technology.
Everything is melting,
the organic outline of nonlinear golden light,
the organic outline of nonlinear golden light,
butters sweet the non-organic lines of luminescent light.
I trip over cylinders, tumblers, wormholes,
twisted vortexes left behind by time travelers
making quick getaways from the present and the past.
The streets feels like they are paved
The streets feels like they are paved
with a vague sense of the future.
A futuristic accompanied by all
signs of life made visible by trembling change.
Fear that reveals the unknown.
Fear that reveals the unknown.
I read recently in a book
that American General George Stilwell once said,
“All living generations
“All living generations
are responsible for what we do,
and all dead ones as well.”
There must be more signs of life in life.
Signs that evolve us
There must be more signs of life in life.
Signs that evolve us
through unexpected events
that transform all we know.
Signs that veer us away from our everyday routine.
If only in that one moment
Signs that veer us away from our everyday routine.
If only in that one moment
which fatefully changes our direction,
we are altered in our journey's course,
we are slowed down into absolute stillness,
our rhythm quiets until our pulse is heard,
and united as one with our heart's beat.
Unification stills us, until,
we can see the light coursing through our veins,
we are altered in our journey's course,
we are slowed down into absolute stillness,
our rhythm quiets until our pulse is heard,
and united as one with our heart's beat.
Unification stills us, until,
we can see the light coursing through our veins,
the I, me, we, igniting inspiration
into e.motion, so we explode
with the ability to feel.
Exhaling after implosion we sign in collective relief,
"I am, wisdom."
"I am wise"
"I am embedded into my depth,
until,
the deep seeds within me, awake."
"I am amused, I am a muse."
Everyone infuses amusement into life's signs,
within the everyday trickery of society's pathways.
Courage and strength are found
within the everyday trickery of society's pathways.
Courage and strength are found
in the undoing of the familiar,
the unraveling of the common threads
the unraveling of the common threads
becomes our sword and our shield.
Change protects us and shatters
Change protects us and shatters
our dream-chasing of the non-essential.
Trauma shared, unites us all
Trauma shared, unites us all
with the illusion of fragile mortality.
Sudden change marries us
Sudden change marries us
to the deeper meaning of our eternal existence.
We witness liberating signs of life
within society's walled and caged moments,
and then perhaps in one instant,
and then perhaps in one instant,
one precious moment -
for it only takes one moment
for it only takes one moment
to alter us forever.
We are all, altered, together forever.
In one moment I am altered forever.
My knowledge surfaces
In one moment I am altered forever.
My knowledge surfaces
that I am enough as I am.
Standing alone on the edge
Standing alone on the edge
of the unknown within myself,
my truth glows brighter than my lies.
my truth glows brighter than my lies.
I am showered with validation and Self-love.
I am awakened from death to rebirth my imagination.
I begin again to imagine my Self a new story.
I dream my Self a new dream.
Larger than my life,
brighter than any and all stars in all galaxies,
a remembrance sparks of my own eternity.
Greater than a flash of heat and fire,
my forever forged into my mind,
a remembrance sparks of my own eternity.
Greater than a flash of heat and fire,
my forever forged into my mind,
I am sculpted permanently into my heart.
My unique fingerprint is carved to perfection.
I do not remember if it is fate, destiny, free will,
My unique fingerprint is carved to perfection.
I do not remember if it is fate, destiny, free will,
or mere chance that creates change.
I do remember
in my moments of life or death
every situation where I chose life.
I do recall that I reminded my Self
of how special and precious my existence is.
I am glad that I can put one foot in front of the other.
I can dance my Self anew into each day.
I am grateful that I have the courage
I am glad that I can put one foot in front of the other.
I can dance my Self anew into each day.
I am grateful that I have the courage
to renew my strength.
I am blessed with imagination
I am blessed with imagination
to imagine signs of life
amidst all the debris of change.
~ Other People's Fingerprints ~
Sometime after 1857 Ferdinand de Saussure said;
~ Other People's Fingerprints ~
Sometime after 1857 Ferdinand de Saussure said;
“We can therefore imagine a science
that would study the life of signs within society…
it would teach us what signs consist of,
what laws govern them.”