The best friend

Earth hour was observed by so few that it made me think that people of my generation are so caught up in there ego's, and their need to acquire more stuff.........that we have a massive problem that will never change unless there is a radical natural disaster or spirituality is somehow embraced by the masses.

Patchouli and moving on

New apartment gives me a sense of comfort as well as did the patchouli soap a friend gave me.Hallways still resemble scenes from the Shining and when I said to the landlord "nice day" and it was a gorgeous day, he replied "what so nice about it", which is not a good thing. New home front is good. Interesting people walking around, all though I may just be too damn old too connect with any of them, I can't stop them in the street anyway. There is always the coffee shop but nobody talks to anybody they don't know in this city. Strange,they used to call it Toronto the good.

Going forward with placing an ad to help my friend in Quebec recruit people for his wonderful detox center in the mountains. Writing this film, thinking about teaching children again, as well as taking a course on editing.. But still falling apart. Missing this old girlfriend still and the person that I thought would be spending time with me more went back to Slovakia. Hey, life is not always like a bowl of cherries or patchouli. Talking to a couple of old old friends, this is great, but slightly dangerous. I folded with a straight flush when my father looked into my eyes and that kind of says it all.

Liberation

FROM THE HOSPITAL ROOM AS I WAS WAITING FOR A HEART OPERATION AND LITERALLY CHAINED TO THE BED


LIBERATION

SPACES
Between subordinate sunshine
CHANCES
Mixed
The Rain Dance Missed
Grace and Humility
Purples and Greys
Flying


Dirty Waterfalls
Hopelessly
Media Free
Hyperbolic Honesty Suspended
Nourishment Abandoned
GLORIOUS BARREN BRAVERY

Digging in
DIGGING THROUGH
Excavating a beautiful young SPIRIT

A KISS
MY Death
Your sweet sweet REBIRTH
Simultaneous and joyful release

Then FINALLY
The indefinable
TIME
The other, the STRANGER
Spaceless Touch
BURNING AND MYSTERIOUS
Forever
ON the TIP of our Tongues