FREE IN MERIDA

"Scatter your good deeds all around, not caring
whether they fall on those near or far away,
Just as the rain never cares where the clouds pour
it out, whether on fertile ground or on rocks."

--Ibn Siraj (Cordova, d. 1114 CE)

When I move a certain way
I feel an ache I’d kept at bay
A hairline break that’s taking hold
A metal that I thought was gold

And pure so sure I’d struck a vein
I wanted you to feel the same
So when you did ignite a spark
Rescue me from all this dark
See our hearts are intertwined
Then I’m free, free of mine

I’m falling free

And see our hearts are intertwined
And then I’m free, I’m free of mine
Deep and pure our hearts align
And then I’m free, I’m free of mine

When I raise a certain wing
And crawl beneath that growing thing
It throws a shadow over time
And keeps yours falling next to mine

Your days were meant to fly and do
I fall and fold mine into you
And what you take is just enough
And what you give is what I love
And when you lift you raise the sail
And then I’m free, free to fail

I’m falling free

Deep and pure our hearts align
And then I’m free, I’m free of mine
When I let lose the need to know
Then we’re both free, we’re free to go

When I lose a certain claim
That tries to know and needs to blame
Whatever river runs aground
It turns my head and washes down

The face of God that stands above
Pouring over Hope and Love
That all of might, and life, and limb
Could turn around and love again
When I let loose the need to know
Then we’re both free, free to go

I’m falling free

I’m falling
I’m falling
I’m falling free
I’m falling
I’m falling
I’m falling free

Deep and pure our hearts align
And then I’m free, I’m free of mine
When I let lose the need to know
Then we’re both free, we’re free to go

Deep and pure our hearts align
And then I’m free, I’m free of mine
I let loose the need to know
Then we’re both free, free to go.

V I D E O

Καλλίπυγος

To a Boy

Boy,
you are a hidden watering place under the trees
where, as the day darkens, gentle beasts with calm eyes
appear one after another.

Even if the sun drops flaming at the end of the fields where grass stirs greenly
and a wind pregnant with coolness and night-dew agitates your leafy bush,
it is only a premonition.

The tree of solitude that soars with ferocity,
crowned with a swirling night,
still continues in your dark place.


― Mutsuo Takahashi 

I LOVE BEARS.

Art by http://astropolice.tumblr.com

... Make love to me.

“I exist as I am, that is enough, 
If no other in the world be aware I sit content, 
And if each and all be aware I sit content. 
One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself, 
And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years, 
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness, I can wait.”

- Walt Whitman

Masturbation (n.) The road trip to personal illumination

I believe in love, poetry, and masturbation. But I think that masturbation has to start in the heart and the mind at the same time. The heart must blow waves of blood to the body, warning it and warming it, a torrent of liquid tongues preparing the way. The mind must do its part; imagery, thoughts, quotes, and everything that comes from the senses must mix and send signals preparing the body for what is to come. When heart and mind are working together to reach climax, ecstasy comes. We come. We die. And then, after we are a mess of sweat, spit, and sperm, we are reborn again.

That is the power of masturbation, rebirth.

"Feeling, while going about, that be is a wave of the ocean of self; while sitting, that he is a bead strung on the thread of universal consciousness: while perceiving objects of sense, that he is realizing himself by perceiving the self: and, while sleeping, that he is drowned in the ocean of bliss; – he who, inwardly constant, spends his whole life thus is, among all men, the real seeker of liberation."

-  Shankaracharya

“A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.” 
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Books

BE THE SONG YOU WANT TO DANCE TO IN THIS WORLD.

BE THE KISS YOU WANT TO RECEIVE IN THIS LIFE.

BE THE LOVE YOU WANT AND NEED AND DESERVE.

"You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul."

- Swami Vivekananda

“All these accidents,
That happen,
Follow the dot,
Coincidence,
Makes sense,
Only with you,
You don’t have to speak,
I feel.

…

All that no-one sees,
You see,
What’s inside of me,
Every nerve that hurts,
You heal,
Deep inside of me, oo-oohh,
You don’t have to speak,
I feel.”

- Björk

Richard Avedon - Andy Warhol and members of The Factory, New York, October 30, 1969

From left to right: Paul Morrissey, director; Joe D’Allesandro, actor; Candy Darling, actress

Richard Avedon - Andy Warhol and members of The Factory, New York, October 30, 1969

From left to right: Eric Emerson, actor; Jay Johnson, actor; Tom Hempertz, actor; Gerard Malanga, poet

Richard Avedon - Andy Warhol and members of The Factory, New York, October 30, 1969

From left to right: Gerard Malanga, poet; Viva, actress; Paul Morrissey; Taylor Mead, actor; Brigid Polk, actress; Joe D’Allesandro; Andy Warhol, artist. 

This is beauty, poetry, true art. If I had that ugly big picture that impedes to read anyone's FB wall, I'd use this photo. Perfection. Perfection.

Three gelatin silver prints, hinged together as one panorama, printed 1975. Each 8 x 10 in (20.3 x 25.4 cm); 8 x 30 in (20.3 x 76.2 cm) overall

SOURCE: http://biggaytiger.tumblr.com

Among the foliage, green casket flecked with gold,
In the uncertain foliage that blossoms
With gorgeous flowers where sleeps the kiss,
Vivid and bursting through the sumptuous tapestry,

A startled faun shows his two eyes
And bites the crimson flowers with his white teeth.
Stained and ensanguined like mellow wine
His mouth bursts out in laughter beneath the branches.

And when he has fled - like a squirrel -
His laughter still vibrates on every leaf
And you can see, startled by a bullfinch
The Golden Kiss of the Wood, gathering itself together again.

- Arthur Rimbaud

Báñate con un nuevo shampoo de cuerpo, escucha nueva música, haz sketches con colores que nunca antes hayas mezclado, salte de los bordes, péinate diferente aunque regreses a tu mismo corte, mastúrbate con miel, échate desnudo al suelo para leer, disfruta y acaríciate con los ojos cerrados con tus olores favoritos cerca de ti, traza constelaciones imaginarias que toquen tus pezones...

Recuerda viejos comics que te gustaban de niño y crea historias revolucionarias de cómo han cambiado los personajes ahora, ve películas que has pospuesto, haz una pequeña colección de las citas que te ponen cachondo o sacan lo mejor de ti, aprende nuevos nombres de posiciones de sexo, compra flores, bebe té, medita, envuélvete con aceites y perfumes...

Escribe un cuento corto que tenga un dato de verdad que a nadie le quieras contar, busca vídeos tontos y ríe a carcajadas, bebe agua, maúlla como los gatos, investiga nombres de aves y árboles, come fruta, haz un fuerte con almohadas y sábanas y duerme en él.

Es decir, disfrútate.

What apparition! Ah, what light!
A white star fell into the garden,

Unexpected, unsought. Luck,
arrow, flower, fire.

In the high grass, in the wide silk,
it fell from the house of time.

A star came back to our world.
My hands bear its scar.

Lucian Blaga

—Translated from the Romanian by Andrei Codrescu

(from La cumpana apelor, 1933)

“The cosmos was originally all hydrogen and helium. Heavier elements were made in red giants and supernovas and then blown off to space, where they were available to subsequent generations of stars and planets. Our sun is probably a third generation star. Except for hydrogen and helium, every atom in the Earth was synthesized in other stars. The silicon in the rocks, the oxygen in the air, the carbon in our DNA, gold in our banks, the uranium in our arsenals were all made thousands of light years away, and billions of years ago. Our planet, our society, and we ourselves are built of star stuff.”

- Carl Sagan

PROMENADES BY A SEA OF DREAMS.

Tenemos ganas de correr hasta implotar en un oso y brillar y bailar y jugar con dios y cambiar de ciervo a flor y de flor a dios.

¿Y qué pasa si corro con los ojos cerrados, con los brazos abiertos abrazando al mundo? Mis patas sólo tiran y tiran; me empujan para correr hasta que llegue arriba donde lo vimos abrazar a otros ciervos. ¿Y qué tal si le pido a Vishnu que vea por mí y vuelen las vacas y rocas y frutas y árboles?

Tenemos ganas de correr hasta implotar en un oso y brillar y bailar y jugar con dios y cambiar de ciervo a flor y de flor a dios.

 ASTRO - CIERVOS

IMÁGENES DE ENSUEÑO.

REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE.

REMEMBER LOVE INSIDE.

“You have made this world and you can change it. A world of which you are the only source and ground is fully within your power to change. What is created can always be dissolved and re-created. All will happen as you want it, provided you really want it.”

- Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj 

Heinana, heinana,
Heinana, heinana,
¡Hey! Los conejos se están poniendo a bailar 
se mueven mueven cantando, ¡papapá!

Heinana, heinana,
Heinana, heinana,
Mira como hacen piruetas esas bestias
rebo-rebotan saltando, ¡papapá!

¡Oh! Míralos correr, míralos correr, míralos correr 
Ojala se queden y que no se vayan
y que no se vayan, ¡oh!

De vuelta al campo, donde viven bien 
y tienen mil amigos.
Ojala se queden y que no se vayan.

Y que no se vayan OH! y que no se vayan OH! 
Que se queden aquí hasta que reviente mi cabeza 
Colombo Bombo Congo ¡Oh papapá!

Heinana, heinana,
Heinana, heinana,
Mírennos todos haciendo el ula-ula 
se mueven mueven girando, !papapá!

Heinana, heinana,
Heinana !Hey! Con mis orejas de plástico me voy a infiltrar 
seré un felpudo blanco. ¡Oh papapá!

¡Oh! Míralos correr, míralos correr, míralos correr 
Ojala se queden y que no se vayan.

VIDEO & SONG

“Life is a dance of tranquility and revelry, filled with the merry madness of delight.”

- Almine