was that which was gone around the corner?
how do you count time? in months? may i count in beads?
of sweat? pearls?
of tears? may i count in skin?
in dandruff? how it fills and with what frequency...
time to dry, our softness
mistress oh mistress
i have been counting sheep, I, a shepard
only want to find my shepard.. co-shepard
leaf part
fae oh fae oh fae
fawNn.

how do YOu count time? tell me
i count time in feelings of waves, and waves of sunlight.. years and the cycles of the moon and how often the folds of reality have folded...
OVER

confused again today and over the moon


i love you a lot, don't forget <3 burning man song




"What are you?"
"I am that which you are to. I am: An You Are?"
"What silly perambulations.. Permutations! You see you have me mutating my words like yours!"
"N... U.... R.... ?"
"Vanity?! That's all it is."
"but the flower but the otter but the rudder but the other..."
"But NONSENSE. Your ego is FLOATING."
"Must needs big egos to carry all that weight..."
"Let it go."
"But I will! At Burning Man!"
"Dark outside in the sun right now."
Shallow stories. Said swallowing. Above breath, like above water, breathe in the Ether.


++++++++++++<3++++++++++++++



another hour of coffeee
another mediation with my mother
my lil brother lost and under control
is his own father
feels father farther
family matters
material, he know follows no newtonian classics
underhanded
wants to ride bike
wants grip under seat
wants freedom
wants flying
sister tries to help tries to help tires to help
sheparding those on their path
their path? my path? his idea?
where plane meets water meets clouds meets
SECOND HORIZON
if only I can bring thios boy, this love of mine, the forever kind away from "home" to the unknown arena
of washington state, green trees just as green as anywher else

he hasnt been hasnt been
is older than you
has not been anywhere
never rode a bus, cowboy
i plum forgot
stuck suck stuck forgets Mom is human
loses feeling
empathy
he has it
forgets all is being
inter-
being
love in flowers lost
love in emptyness
is reall
he feels and i must
shepard him into
a new cycle
where we mix comfort with discomfort
to grow
when did we disconnect? Never.
Never ever brother feather

i love him i love him i love him
lay low
fadi
wait oh saviour
we are arab
we feel different
life is hard
i understand
it's okay
always changing
when you come
you will fly
flight will take flight will take charge into
nether regions of
past lines
wrinkles
time space fabric = skin
and it will come alive oh dear brother
love nur love fadi love nur love fadi
light loves its saviour loves its light