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How to pray:
Dance for forgiveness. Kiss the void
Run with your eyes closed
Sing one long note through the top of your head
Remember everyone you have ever loved
Recite their names aloud
Breathe in for strength
Hold your breath for guidance
Breathe out for doubt
Clap once for chaos.
Clap twice for order
Shed one tear for compassion
Shed two for empathy
Laugh for no apparent reason
Spin until you vomit from understanding
Bless a stranger you pass on the street
Remain still for wisdom
Remain quiet for knowledge
Scream for a glimplse of divinity...
this is my first journal entry. It is done at the request of Nicolletta Suicide. My current fascination. I prefer the word journal to the word blog. a blog sounds like a viscous mass of foul bodily fluids. I also do not fully understand why someone would want to diclose personal thoughts. I am secretive by nature but i'll give it a shot.I am currently living on an isolated old horse ranch in Northern B.C. I.m still not sure how i got here. Well i have an idea... through of perfect storm of self-actuaized disasters. In Vancouver i owned a bar and produced Burlesque shows. I kept getting stuck in this pattern of glory and defeat, flaming glory and thunderous defeat. i wanted to know why. I'm still figuring it out in my perfect solitude. i gave everything up and moved up here to stare at my navel and study Buddhist philosophy and I found the Tao. By summer i hope to be riding to South America. In search of more glory and defeat but this time i will let it all wash over me. I have tapes of the Burlesque shows i am currently editing them down on my computer, i will post them here when i am done. I thought i might try the shows in Buenos Aires. i hear the women are beautiful there..
look for more posts and poetry. hey that wasn't so bad
nicolletta:
feel it