royGbiv...up in ya!

Okaay...I'm reloaded. You are now entering the Queen's chamber. A pool so sweet and cafe au lait that you gotta take a sip.

Do you feel the Big Squeeze, as I rebirth the Slick? All Buddafly and Cleopatra Jones.

Heeeeey...

Check my footwork as I ground this Nu Nu energy.

I had a weekend that was so authentically delirious that I had to retreat to my lair and get on that peace pipe. Puffing the magic dragon and passing overstanding to arrive at the ONE TRUE TING. Marley knows you must reach the outer limits before you can see the line shape and curve of possibility. And! Even then it's a mystery, so you just wait and see.

Hazy and layered, but it all blends perfectly...let the buddha tell it.

Ravens highing fly in my sky. Rolling 7s and 11s and snapping my fingers like awwww shit Spirit, what YOU got going on NOW?

No worries, I'll wait.

But yeah...gimme mor(e). Hoodies all over the place. Angel wings and things. Lions laying up with lambs. I'm seeing the crux ansata of the matter and I'm thinking - this nigga is encroaching upon my space! Whuaat...2008. Pulling a kickdoe; an Underground King showing me what the really real Is-ness.

Telling me the story of Tea. Books on Tai Chi. Hats and Jack and smacked window silly when I saw his face, his face, his bunnyful face on my tv screen.

You see, in Zion...the revolution IS televised.

Not even Dali could trump that SUReality. 'Cause that was the Big 1. Chile ask and you shall receive if you marryly be and primally roar show me show me show me show me...

daaaaamn boy... that show is we.

Never again will I speak of losing my appetite, 'cause my cup is running OVAH. In hindsight, I be grateful for the vacuum left by his presence; 'cause I got fearless like Alice and went down the rabbit-hole. And you could go ask her about love, but I say unto you - it's staring you right in yo face.

BAM! KAPOW! Graphic novel for that arse.

This is the story about a boy and a girl. And it begends like this -

So I met this cat whose math was so vast and infinitely mysterious that my overly verbal self had to step up game. Wick burning and I wanted to do some candle magick; stare into the flame until I could da vine

just.what.is.this.pull.i.feeeeel?

So I became the scholar, breaking that shit down to the very last compound, and yeah...hells YES it sounded a little irrational. Until I found the science of Bliss. The DOCs ain't got shit on this formula...the secret language of we. The rebels with Cause, riding and dying to LIVE and BE:

the dharma bums
the issa and the lissa
the alKHEMs rising from the mist
the v nestled in the m.
ore than the sum of our parts
that PG frequency that only those that have ears can hear

But fret not. All of y'alls can get in on this lick in the nonce.

Take it as a warning or a friendly suggestion, but you gone see who the fuck it is paging y'all at 5:4Seven in the Mourning.

Gird thy loins...
We bout to Stew(ard)ie this planet...posing, high-siding and PHPing...but ain't nuffin conditional about this shit right here. The Speakerboxx is at hand, so play that shit and let it bump...

Ba-bump!

Let that heart-space thump. It really is...just Common Sense.

Posted by Lisa at January 28, 2008 04:08 AM