it is after midnight
the air is quiet
and outside the light is dark
i ponder by the road side
where our love began
and watch the gentle rain upon our hearts
the seeds erupting from the earth
i can feel the wind blow
i can see the silent truth
i can touch you there by the evening of our hands
dancing the dance of love by the magic of the moon
i can feel the empty land of civilization in the distance
the wasted life's of millions by the road side ditch
the sadness is beneath my wounds
the torment twisted upon the shores of hope
and all faith smothered by the weight of it all
i remember the gentle emergence of our spirit
as one with the cosmos and love sprinkled
around our souls like angels in the sky
i remember your heart pressed against mine like a magnet
and nothing in our minds but this wind
the day breaks upon this night like a dream
i have no hope left, i know nothing
i am but a wave upon an eternal shore
i had rolled in tangled myself within your coast
and moved about like a purpose in your heart
and now the draw of the ocean owns us
the sea and all its mystery will take us now
we have nothing to say
love is that way
]]>
Inside this stillness of a dark night
where chains of moments long ago
spread out across my dreams
with a spark of death, and
a touch of transition
circling
Through my discontent
and reckless ruins
without warning
my love
trapped in its’ possession
stranded on the corner of your eye
On the misty shores of childlike tears
sun tangled in your fallen hair windswept
across your perfect face my love bent
over your dampened limbs
like a wet cloth
In the sea a part of me
became a part of you
the moon danced thru the waves
true in its light
from a distance
you could feel the storm
in the calm of your heart
at the shore the past
calling
your window sill, your gaze
upon the garden
your answers
in a vase
quiet
by the door
From the hillside you could see the ocean
roar
the turmoil of a sailor at sea,lost
you could feel the wind blow fierce
across the horizon
to some uncertain shore
you could touch the pain
a mirror to the soul
a love left upon the waters
a dream where weeds now grow
From this ledge of faceless form
thin silver night
this torn town of cracked homes
heart beating through broken bones
wind howling across my forehead
silent dreams emerging still
the essence, the kiss
the last dance upon the coast
words dying in a dusty diary
some unknown shore
where tears to water flow.
]]>to make you feel my love
touch your heart with my complete attention
i just want your simple love hanging around a while longer
just until i can walk again
feel your love in every gaze
hold your truth in the night
smile with you along the trail
then move along alone without you
sad but real till the morning comes
well that was then and this is then also
the microbes are eating fast
the last, the remaining, the end
are there any facts? all knowledge is based on comparison, measurement and judgement. all knowledge is theory, though there is no doubt that some so called facts appear to be more of a reality then others. the ‘fact’ is is that everything changes. some optimists believe that thought in the form of ‘ideals’ can be absolute. they are mistaken. thought itself is based on experience, the past and can never be within the moment, the now, the ultimate reality. if there is truth it must be found within the present moment without thought.
thought is a tool, a very complex manipulative continuity that is always vague, uncertain and most often very destructive.
it has created all the gods, the demons, worlds to escape our dilemma. thought has created the you, your identity, your character, your belief system, your god, your no-god, your science, your cleverness, your nationalism, your differences. it does not own the body, the body belongs to evolution, only the thought based image of ‘you’ is unreal.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it….b.dylan
the fact is is that as far as we can see we are beings we call humans which have evolved over millenniums upon millenniums, thru genetics, cultural behaviours and belief systems. we are clearly beings with accumulated thought designs unlike any other specie upon this planet.
thought itself has separated us, allowed us to seemingly control what it is that created us, which we have called ‘nature’, mother nature. thought seems to act as if it knows what it cannot know and convinces ourselves and in turn forces it upon others and the crowd.
it interweaves itself into faith based religions, dogmas which cause differences which in turn cause more illusions upon illusions, terrible wars, entertainments, sports, toys, games, fantasies all leading us away from the terrifying questions that cannot be answered with this tool called thought, so we create more illusions mistaken as reality to cope with this dilemma…
we live in fear hidden by our illusions, our manufactured happiness, our hypnotic saintly visions, our possessions, our accumulated ideals. we fear to face the few facts left in the wake of our investigations, we smother them with gratitude, hope, faith, after lives, and what ever else the imagination can scrape up from the meaningless experiences stuck into our cells.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it….b.dylan
i refuse to buy into this world of man,
all the clever conclusions to trap the mind
the saints and gurus and jesuses and buddas
they all lied and made us blind
]]>It was my third year to Wirikuta, the sacred lands of the Huichol Indians who live along the western Pacific coast of Mexico. Huichol shamans, or shamans-to-be, travel the long way to Wirikuta for six consecutive years in order to unite with the spirit of Peyote and fulfil their commitment to becoming a shaman. Wirikuta is an inland desert south of Texas stretching a few hundred miles into Mexico. As synchronicity would have it, I found this place three years earlier. This year it came to me to go to the sacred lands alone and take the sacred peyote for further instructions.
This was done. I traveled down by air to San Antonio, Texas, and then by bus to Real De Cortorce, an ancient city in the mountain range along the eastern side of the desert, Wirikuta.
This was my third year to Wirikuta. I was on a mission to complete the six-year pilgrimage. It seemed at the time, that the calling came from a deep place within my soul. During this particular time in the mythological world of peyote, I was given the opportunity to throw myself into the abyss with the possibility of no return. This was the way of the warrior. I took the plunge.
There was no “Patrick Wey” left within this realm. The “I” was gone. Spirit was in charge, wielding strength only the soul can know. I had to go. This was my mission.
Twice in the night snakes saved me from an endless fall into nothingness. The first time, I was soaring downwards into complete darkness, void of anything, when suddenly there was a rope dangling in front of me. I grabbed it and as I began to climb upwards to who knows where; I realized this rope was made of hundreds of snakes woven around each other. By the time I reached a plateau, I held a dead snake in my hand’s grip. At that moment a wolf came along. I tore pieces of the snake apart and fed it to him by hand without question or motive. This all happened as real as dream with no questions asked.
I returned to “Patrick” feeling honoured, amazed by the more than life-like reality of it all. These experiences still ring with a reality that caresses a destiny embedded in my heart.
I sat there by the fire and let the spirit of Peyote continue within me. Later another trance-like experience took shape. I again had the opportunity to jump into the abyss of a new life or no-life or death or whatever may come about; a brave leap, what some may consider a “leap of faith”.
This time, after falling endlessly which seemed a long time, possibly years, timeless in a world-less state of dark space and silence, a feeling of nothingness within my mind, there then, a huge snake sailed along beside me and allowed me to take refuge upon its back. It was as if it was send to help me from my endless fall. I was on top of the head of the gigantic dark snake and could see nothing but darkness. I could feel the moist texture of its skin and the frayed shape of its head. The dark space smelt of deep moist cave, fresh clay earth and energy like the perfume of spirit.
After roaming about for sometime, left and right and then a sudden soaring upwards it reached a ledge where it smoothly stopped. The entrance to a cave and without hesitation i knew this was my exit. It allowed me to run across the top of its head onto the rocks of the ledge. I looked back as I was running, in reverence and thanks for saving me, when the huge snake, with a quick hiss from its tongue, spurted an electric sensation from its tongue to my behind and through a telepathic message implanted within my spirit it said, “now get going”.
I ran into the future with the strength and confidence to live a strong life no matter what arises. This meaning, this feeling of confidence and strength has kept itself alive all these years inside my heart. When I find myself in troubled times or without the will to go on, it reappears.
This is Snake Luck.
In the morning, I travelled to the summit of the most sacred space of the Huichol. A mountain just outside of Real De Catorce. I sat in my spot within the sacred circle—the same spot that I found the previous year. I felt the presence of the earth within my soul and i pondered there without much thought and after an hour or so I decided to descend. I was no further than a few hundred yards down the trail when a strong message emanated from within to go back to that very spot within the circle and lay down and sleep. I walked back up the mountain and no sooner had I sat down than I immediately fell over and into a deep sleep.
My mind went over many situations and images from my very early youth to the present day, showing me all the moments that were interwoven to eventually get me here to this spot in time, this place, this mission, this fate. It all made sense and resonated with a true continuity—the one that holds this universe together—like a web of sacred moments interspersed along my path with almost irrelevant or wasted time between. It seemed as if I could do whatever I pleased between these moments, but with regards to the sacred moments I had no choice; these sacred moments would occur, is my destiny, no matter what I did, i had no choice.
So here I was sitting on a mountain in Mexico where thousands of Huichol had sat before me. All with their missions and fates rustling in the wind off the plains of Wirikuta. I felt great, alive, like a nobody with a somebody emanating within, like a super being emerging from my soul, the winds across the horizon.
I was told in this space that it was not my path to return here for six years, as i had wished, but that soon, something else would come to lead me along my trail. I could return for reverence, but this was not my path, not my way.
All too soon, upon my return to Canada, things changed drastically.
After my time in Wirikuta I decided to travel to Tepic, near Puerto Vallarta in the Sierra Madre Mountains near Itxlan to visit Prem Das the Shaman with whom I travelled to the desert in my second year to Wirikuta. Prem Das has an amazing story himself, married to the niece of Don Hose Matsuwa, the 110 year-old Huichol Medicine Man and whom Prem Das spent 12 years in the Sierra Madre Mountains with, after returning from India. I spent a few very interesting nights with Don Hose the year previous, accompanied by a few friends I met in the desert with Prem Das.
Prem Das told me that my friends Leo and Raven (from that previous year in the desert) were in town gathering Huichol Yarn Paintings from Cristobal Gonzalez, Don Hose’s nephew and a Huichol Shaman Yarn Painter. I connected with them and went with Leo to Cristobal’s house to visit and gather Yarn Paintings for the very first showing of Yarn Paintings in New York City.
Leo gathered all of the 25 or so paintings and I helped him load the pieces into his vehicle. As we were saying goodbye to Cristobal, I noticed this one painting left against the wall. It was in plain view, yet unnoticed until now. It was a picture of two snakes emanating from a fire curled into a circle and it was spitting energy into a Marakami (Shaman).
After my recent snake experiences, it definitely caught my attention. I asked Cristobal about this painting and he told me that when a person goes for the first time alone into the dessert and into peyote’s abyss they often encounter the reptilian world.
Neuroscience calls this pre-animal evolutionary state, the “reptilian brain”.
In the yarn painting the two snakes are hissing into the ears of a Shaman to wake him up and get him moving. Cristobal said that when snakes save someone, he or she could expect some great luck to appear.
I later asked Leo why he didn’t take this particular painting. He had taken every other painting that Cristobal had there. Leo said he didn’t see it; he said, “it must have been meant for you.”
I took it home with me and to this day it hangs in my bedroom. As I wake in the morning, I often fall into this mythological world that is so much a part of my life. It seems to always reconnect me to a world deep inside myself.
The quantity of peyote I took was four large buttons about two and a half inches wide and a few inches long. The first time that I ingested this amount I became aware that this was maybe ten times more potent than any LSD or Mescaline I had taken in the sixties or seventies.
This amount puts you in a state of no return; the spirit takes over and the familiar-you is not there, here any longer. I became aware that this is the best way to deal with the relationship between you and it, the spirit of Peyote. The mind is not ours; it belongs to the evolutionary process of the earth, the universe. I am not brave, I fear the release of the ego as much as any ego does, but I am not afraid of facing the fear and letting the ego melt into the night, as it will, when death comes upon me, as it will to all of us.
In later years events accumulated and added more mystery to this story, my story.
Below is an excerpt from my journal dated 2005-03-17…St Patrick’s Day.
Ever since I was a young lad, I considered myself some sort of anti-St. Patrick and years later…
In the dessert with peyote around my skull and the underworld within my head, I headed straight into the abyss. My deep self took the chance, the chance of no return; I don't know why, it seemed like it was meant to be. I headed into nothingness, into darkness. I was falling fast; there was nothingness everywhere inside out, upside down, falling. Twice in that desert night snakes saved me from the darkness of where everything begins.
My visions are personal, of no use to anyone but possibly myself.
Years have past into years, dreams and visions took site of the serpent, in the reality of the earth, in the magic of my mind; she lured me into the silence, the serpent, the earth dragon presented herself often throughout the sliding, winding years.
Much later, through synchronicity, I ended up in Ireland. I ran a sweat lodge there for eight months. I traveled to all the Celtic Sacred Places where St. Patrick desecrated the space with his Christian dogma. He drove the snakes off the island, and with them, the symbol of the power of woman. Throughout the centuries his masculine god-fearing religion spread itself across the land like a disease. I, Patrick Thomas—named after the nurse's dead fiancé from county Cork, the nurse-woman that helped bring me into this world, and in the spirit of that name—I, Patrick Thomas, was born in Canada, brought back the spirit of “snake.” I carried the snake back into the land. This was part of my mission; it revealed itself along the way as a river does, curving in and around the land.
Green beer and a few billion scars are mostly all that remain of St. Patrick’s Day!…but that will change!
Cristobal Gonzalez http://www.glueyarn.com/site/Hildo_Bautista_and_Others.html#27
Snake Luck: the Photograph
For the Snake Luck piece, I used a piece of styrofoam, two feet by two feet, and an inch thick; first I painted the sides flat black and floated the original Yarn Painting on it. The scenic power line vista is one I see on my drive into town.
I knew that the right moment would arise for another of my puddle-reflection photographs. After a heavy rain, I packed up the Yarn Painting and just before sunset, I headed out to this spot. I floated the yarn painting onto the water and moved it into composition position with a stick. I knew what I wanted with this shot. It represents the magic and truth of the underworld of indigenous peoples of North America (predominately the Huichol since it features this particular Yarn Painting by Cristobal Gonzalez and the spirit of Peyote which spread into the north in the late 1800's).
This image is symbolic, not only of my personal mythical unfolding, but also a truth to which we can all relate; a universal unfolding of truth. The hydro robots represent all the comfort and false securities being hauled into town in the form of an archaic electrical energy possibly to be surpassed by a more earth-friendly form of science. This is the good luck of the snake, the earth dragon, that will turn the focus back toward feminine energy. Thus, the picture represents the dichotomy between the currently grossly misused dominant masculine energy that is an explosive, fire, technological system versus the cool inwards vortexing water, implosive, levitational system evolving in the shadows of the earth.
watch your thought where ever it may go
if it owns you, you're lost
see it, feel it, observe its every move
this is the only way to freedom
nothing owns you
when you see thru you
i can hear the crickets
the frogs and the silence between
everything is moving on
from scene to scene
watch it and let it be
that's the way to freedom
that's the way to see
I questioned if there was a way to be in this field of grace always, to carry this awareness into every moment of my life. Why does this come and go without any apparent way to create a method to hold onto this way of being. All one can do is to eleviate what is not real, what has been created by the mind replacing what is before you. The constant pursuing of being aware, seeing what is, not changing a thing, watching thought as it weaves in and out of the crevasses on the mind.
]]>Rational numbers have no real truth in nature. One and one does not equal two, but one of a similar and different thing/concept/space equals two of a similar and different thing/concept/space.
So what! Well it may not seem to matter much to the typical consumer civilian but that may be just one very important realization that could enhance our investigations of why we are here, what our existence might mean and what we are doing with this earth.
How is that? Well if we could truly realize that everything has a slip into infinity we would have to admit that nothing we can know is truly absolute; absolutely nothing. Water is not simply H2O anymore as noted in our laboratories, nothing is the SAME anymore, only approximate, no more absolutes in anything, everything is now ultimately a mystery. No one is perfectly right, no one is an ultimate authority, everything is suspect, on trial so to speak. Is that a big deal, maybe there are multi dimensions, many gods, maybe the history books really did lie, the scriptures, the laws. Anyways, I am not here to dispute any of this, my point is that nature is not confined to absolutes that we as human beings can comprehend; not with THINKING.
Nature evolves through a process of geometry that is always based on irrational numbers. The spiral vortex curve, the egg shape, the pentagon, the golden mean, the golden rectangle and triangle, Pi, which proves in itself that there is no circle, all circles are spirals going inwards or outwards.
This observation of nature puts us in a realization that motion itself moves in spirals, our galaxies, water, smoke, air, fire, our planets through space, electrons, sub atomic particles, plant growth, rivers, blood, sap. Life everywhere conforms to this irrational/infinite sequence and geometry.
This brings us to the same conclusion and the grave importance of Implosive and Explosive energy motion, and here at waternature.org we are attempting to educate society before it is too late for our specie and the earth. Victor Schauberger literally put natures two and two together and brought the irrational math of nature to light and invented technologies that work as nature does. The spiral of all things is either going inwards or outwards and the significance of this simple concept our science has failed to observe and understand. There are sub atomic physicists aware of this dichotomy and there are astronomers working on an energy that they presume (as Einstein also did) is heading back to the beginning of our galaxy/universe.
Waternature.org is working on inventions that Schauberger laid out the ground work for. We believe we have prove that can now show this 'reverse energy' as clear as the wind exists through the wounded trees in our yard.
What does this all mean to you, to us, to the planet? We are in an energy crisis to say the least. We are aware that many are now aware of this, but there is an understanding of nature that needs to be understood or we will continue to create technologies that move and transform energy in a motion/direction that is devastating to Nature. This again is what Viktor Schauberger discovered. All energy moves in spiral curves naturally, this is the motion of the universe, but what is of utmost importance is that LIFE utilizes predominately the process of inward motion to evolve in a healthy manner. This is a cool process for the most part and enhances the surrounding environment with unseen life giving energies that subatomic physicists are now just beginning to believe exists.
Where do we go from here? Well to be blunt, not many are listening. Waternature are entrepreneurs with little financial support. People are in the first stage of understanding the planets problem, which is that of denial. What do people do in denial? They hide their heads in the sand. The sand of entertainment; TV, Facebook, music, Art on their prison walls, manicured lawns and faces, humour, SUV's that need attention. They say this is all too depressing, give me some dance, sex, give me some more religion, i'll meditate everyday, science will take care of it all and if not I've got a saviour who has promised he'd show up when it gets apocalyptic...... and quite honestly, most just don't give a damn, they just want money, personal comfort, security and god.
Well, of course, all is well in moderation and some are doing more or less than others, but believe it or not, this is one those problems that is just not going to fade away. It is not like the loss of a job, another war, a few kids; this warming our 'fire technology' has created through the wrong energy movement is possibly at a point of no return.
So many claim that they really do love there brothers and sisters, sons and daughters. That makes me wonder, "Is love just a smile on your face". Is it really all that hollow?
Here are a few lines to express the leak in nature, the road to dark matter, the zero point, the irrationality of THOUGHT.
"Some times I think there are no words but these to tell what's true, but there are no truths outside the gates of eden". Bob Dylan
"There is a crack in everything..............that's how the light comes in". Leonard Cohen
Abstracts threat too noble too neglect, but I was so much older then, I'm younger then that now." Dylan
"Let me take you down 'cause I'm going soon.
Where Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry fields forever." John Lennon
"Ain't it just like the night to play tricks on you when you're trying to be so quiet.
We sit here stranded though we're all doin' our best to de-nigh it." Dylan
"The only thing that never changes is that we always do". Wey
And Jesus answered: "Seek not the law in your scriptures, for the law is life, whereas the scripture is dead. I tell you truly, Moses received not his laws from God in writing, but through the living word. The law is living word of living God to living prophets for living men. In everything that is life is the law written. You find it in the grass, in the tree, in the river, in the mountain, in the birds of heaven, in the fishes of the sea; but seek it chiefly in yourselves. For I tell you truly, all living things are nearer to God than the scripture which is without life.(The Essene Gospel - the Missing scriptures, 'I wonder why?')
"Truth is a Pathless Land". J. Krishnamurti
]]>The train stops at the station, the people get off and on, the conductor could see it all but he doesn’t. The trip is a short one but it takes so long and you end up right close to where you started out from to begin with. A life time passes by and you watch it slow, an eternal flow of thought gets sucked into a universe and you feel it coming to an end. Thought is leaving you alone, it can survive in thin air, but not out here. There is no need for thought where we’re going soon. It may seem like a long time, but not in the last moments. In the last moments there just aren’t any thoughts strong enough to hold you down. The other side isn’t far from here, it’s just a twist of the neck, a deep sleep, a ride you can’t remember.
I don’t know why it has to be that way but it just is, here has nothing that last forever, eternity moves, awareness is everywhere, there is no way of telling how it is, no memory comes out alive, from here there is nothing to say about it but these few words talking around bends of light and darkness.
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]]>what is is love
no matter what you're thinking of
in the trees, in the bees and in the seas
beyond thought is love
that is what everything is of
it is about time
to all the friends i have forgotten about
all the moments dead and gone
the roads the paths and trails behind
to all the feelings embedded in the mind
to the multi-coloured man
lying in the silent sand
to the dreams and schemes
to the truth
that is as certain as it seems
to all life and all history
to all the gods and demons and devises
to everything that ever was or ever could be
to what is, to what isn't
to you and me, to the one, to the many
to the lies, the ties, the cries and the alibis
to night to day
to everything that cannot say
to water and fire, earth and sky
to the moment where we lay
within this broken bay
everything has it's say
along the way
jesus is an alibi for a mind in fear
budda won't save you either
and mahamad is just another dream
to unite the troubled masses
there is no one going to save you but your self
there is no medicine man from any ancient tribe
that can force you to see the light
there is no path to truth
it is all up to you
there is no method, no doctrine
that is not entrapped in it's own map
walled from the light
procedured to its doom
so what does one do
with no one left to enlighten you
no system pure enough
no scripture bright enough
no leader strong enough
where does one go for the truth
truth is in no word, no ritual, no belief
one can not find truth
truth is hidden from all seekers
beauty has no name
only the silent mind is pure
eliminate all whom attempt to own you
man, belief, the weight of the known
walk in silence open to your step
it is not of you, it is of love, of beauty, of truth
no word owns god the process the way
the absolute is beyond the mind man has created
eliminate the conditioning of the mind
this endless process of envy
break the pattern from one belief to another
there is no pure belief
walk in freedom, put thought in to its rightful place
a tool that can never be perfect, always adjusting it's abstract form, limited
it can never know the truth
no word can set you free
the truth is absolute, beyond
it is of the silent mind
it is a constant movement of beauty, love
it is of an alert mind, attentive to all
thought may come and it may go
but it has no real control
pure attention is the beauty of god
the way, the process of our universe
start here where you are, not where you are not
what are you, what do you see
investigate your mind with clarity
see only what is and watch it in silence
free yourself from yourself
you are not what you believe
see for yourself
you are much more
no one owns you
not even yourself
break the shackles of the past
see no future
for now
]]>It was a slim day of silver light shimmering across liquid skies
I was worried about frivolous issues drowning in my eyes
birds gliding over the edge sang their glorious tunes
i carried a few broken dreams shattered from the ruins
In the early light i felt your silver message, your praise, your constant drumming. I could imagine the haze in the gaze as i flew by your perfect thoughts; a few thousand years of visions entangled within your soul. I could feel your pain hidden behind your facebook charm and your sincere quest rotting against your plastic flesh. It was all there piercing my heart with this silver light.
then the day turned round, upside down, right side up
i could see the beauty and feel the pain
of you and i and the silver sky
the false prophets scattered across this new medium
the dreams, the hopes, the stupid lies
this wonderful day of silver skies
]]>in the exposure of the composition of friends
the insight of superficial lies under synthetic skies
the absurdities of ancient ties
the uselessness of alibis
and the rare slim glimpse of beauty
from caring eyes
it's all in a days work
in hard times
]]>all the moments been shared
up here in gods country
all the trips in the hills
and the dreams along the land
none of this could have happened
to these hundreds of lifes
if it hadn't been for that sparkle in their eye
that took my big sister away north ta here
with long dreams all around
some gone up hill and some gone down
but all in all life has its say
no matter who you are, no matter what way
when death comes walkin
when death comes walkin round here
life is sad and beautiful
and it's true that sadness keeps us sane
and that sacred beauty
keeps love all about
and whatever god is, it keeps both
life flyin in and death keeps walkin out
so death come walkin
death come walkin round here
it took my love and it took my fear
death come walkin
death come walkin round here
]]>i want to tell you about this self
i want to tell you what i see
i want to tell you what i do
what i am and how you're in me
i want to tell you about what i know
and what i can't believe
i want to tell you about the water
and the relationship to sacred geometry
the golden mean and euclidean dream
the silence and the fire inside the machine
i want to tell you what words can't say
about the feelings that are you and me
about how there is nothing the same
that everything is similar and different
and how that changes everything
i want to tell you how much i hate you
but how much love i carry inside of you
i want to tell you everything i can
about your dreams and my dreams
and how they will all end
i want to tell you that all belief is make belief
that the truth is beyond all comprehension
how thought can not talk in the field of silence
i want to tell you all that but i can't
i want to show you how to be
but i can only be myself
i want you to know what i know
and how you know it too
i want so much for us to be together
but we're not and we can't
it's impossible with the characters we've created
it is that, that keeps us apart, separate in our identities
and it is just this uniqueness that torments us deep inside
but there is no love in memory
i want to tell you that you look so fine
that i wish you were mine
but in this tenderness i have to walk behind
i want you to know that i lie
but i don't mean to and that i try
but it's all in vain, there is no road to truth
there is no way out of here, no plan to love
i want to tell you a secret but i can't
i want to stop wanting
i am watching now
it is so complete
everywhere i am, i am not
it is all so beautiful, we are perfect
there are no words on this train
we talk in silence
we walk together
we are of one
this is the dream but it is no dream
it is the reality we want in vain
but no wanting can get us there
so you and i are done
we and all are one
the dream is over
and if you open up your ears you'll hear
that ultimately, nothing really matters
everything arises and then fades away
Eternity Swimming All Around
]]>your fake likes and your fake friends
your fake feelings and your fake heavens
your fake gestures and your fake lies
your fake lows and your fake highs
you’re fake through and through and through
this hollyworld is made of you
your fake radio and your fake tv
your fake hellos and your fake catastrophes
your fake muscles and your fake bones
your fake lawns and your fake homes
your fake poems and your fake songs
your fake rights and your fake wrongs
you’re fake through and through and through
this hollyworld is made of you
your fake advertisements and your fake jeans
your fake politics and your fake schemes
your fake miracles and your fake gods
your fake heroes and your fake dogs
your fake thoughts and your fake memories
your fake talk and your fake dreams
your fake future and your fake food
your fake sympathy and your fake prayers too
you’re fake through and through and through
this hollyworld is made of you
your fake institutions and corporate pride
your fake holidays messing up the skies
your fake ceremonies and your fake systems
your fake moslems and your fake christians
your fake history and your fake hopes
your fake dope and your fake indians
your fake free trade and your world banks
your fake seeds and your fake genetics
your fake money and your fake reserves
your fake prisoners and your fake heretics
you’re fake through and through and through
this hollyworld is made of you
your fake news and you’re fake blues
your fake rules and you’re fake schools
your fake love and you’re fake beliefs
your fake honour and you’re fake cheeks
you’re fake through and through and through
this world is made of you
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There's water in the creek
There's water in your day
There's water where you sleep
There's water everywhere
No matter what you feel, Or if you even care
It don't matter whether your up or down
It don't matter whether your right or wrong
There's water everywhere
There's water in your eyes
There's water in your lies
There's water in the truth
There's water in your alibi's
you can believe what ever you want
hold water for ransom too
but you will die of thirst eventually
if you try to
There's water in your brain
There's water in your memories
There's water in the trees
There's water in your knees
There's water everywhere
when water flows free, it whirls and curls around
condenses, speeds up, defies gravity
when water is confined, tortured and defined
and if you claim it's ownership
it'll kill you in time
no one knows what water knows
no life lives without it
no thought goes where water goes
that is all too sacred
any life issue is a water issue
water has no borders
it is all races, all spieces, all devils and gods
water knows no boundaries
water is you and water is me
we are one within water when we're truly free
For water i am
For water i be
For water i live
For water i see
There's water everywhere
]]>LOOSE A HEART OR TWO
AND WHEN THEY WON'T STOP TALKIN
JUST TURN THE OTHER WAY
KEEP WALKIN
YOU MAY LOOSE YOUR WAY
FIND PEOPLE DEAD IN THE PATH
FIND YOURSELF WITHOUT A HOME
TURN THE OTHER WAY
AND KEEP WALKIN
YOU MAY SEE YOURSELF IN PARADISE
THINK YOU GOT IT ALL, FOR AWHILE
LOOSE YOURSELF AND REAPPEAR
BUT JUST TURN THE OTHER WAY
AND KEEP WALKIN
YOU MAY GET CRITICIZED FOR FOLLOWING YOUR HEART
BE MISUNDERSTOOD AND DEMORALIZED
GET HIT AND STRIKE BACK
BUT JUST LOOSE YOURSELF
AND KEEP WALKIN
YOU MAY OR MAY NOT BE RIGHT
GET CAUGHT IN YOUR OWN ARROGANCE
BUT WHEN CLARITY COMES GLIDING BACK
DON'T PAY HEED TO WHOSE BEEN LEFT BEHIND
JUST KEEP WALKIN
WHEN THE BLUES SHIFT INTO THE RED
AND ALL SEEMS TO BE DISAPPEARING
AND NOTHING REALLY MATTERS ALL THAT MUCH
FIND YOURSELF AROUND THE BEND
AND KEEP WALKIN
]]>And remove that’s all unreal
This road hasn’t been an easy one
That has led my thoughts to feel
That all that really matters
Is ta know that you don’t know
But it’s so hard
Gettin’ on that oneness road
Memories hit, old habits grip
Puts ya right back down
And the more you fall the harder it is
With pleasures all around
Makes it so hard
Gettin’ on that oneness road
Where all that really matters
Is ta know that you don’t know
You better leave i tell myself
Or they’ll kill all your resistance
Then plaster you with secure beliefs
That depends on their assistance
And you’ll be where
You swore you’d never go
And you’ll deny
What you don’t really know
Take me away from this weary crowd
Far beyond my dreams
Open up to me one door
That closes when one leaves
Take me fadin, tripin
Through that mighty storm
I promise i’ll fight the night
Until the early morn
Where all that really matters
Is ta know that you don’t know
But it’s so hard getting on
Just getting on that oneness road
Fall 71 Patrick Wey
]]>I am just cleaning the surface of what was once important to becoming a photographer let alone taking an incredible shot. If one was serious you needed a darkroom with a collection of chemicals, trays, reels for your various sizes of film, 2’1/4 or 35mm, large format 4x5 or larger. After you developed your film and hung it to dry, then cut into manageable pieces for cataloguing, then you had to make a contact sheet just to see little pictures of what you got. If they were exposed properly, in focus and the right relationship of chemistry for the sensitive material to the light that had exposed it, then possibly you might make a larger image for a better look. To see its quality before you would dare to print it large enough for a variety of reasons, clients, portfolio, galleries.
Today a three year old can point a camera or cell phone and click and the science is done for you. The exposure, adjustments for low light or high light, colour contrast, with a depth of field as large as possible. When you’re five years old you can adjust the focus by pointing your finger onto the subject on the screen and holding the screen to adjust the depth of field accordingly.
All the decisions of what type of film, b/w or colour and the many possibilities of sensitivity and texture are done for you. You can also have the image adjusted with the many new apps to change its look to look like what once took hours and days to create., sepia, blurry, high contrast and more.
Of course the old time photographer was more careful in his/her selection of an shot since it took a lot of time and cost a lot of money especially if you continuously messed up with exposure and other important decisions.
It was even exciting to produce a beautiful sunset in those days, no more, there are literally millions and millions of great sunsets, portraits of pets, selfies and videos of everything.
It is all about content now. No one needs to be part chemist, part physicist, and an artist any longer. We are all artists now.
We can even go to sites to add your images with a famous quote with beautiful backdrops and sign your name to the collage as one of your own. The whole package is done for you, you just have to pick your particular mood and expose it to the world on your wall.
The best are now in the same galleries as the worst, the walls are everywhere and anyone can join in the fun. You hardly have to know how to do anything other than make choices. We are now a society that respects choice over all else and to make it as convenient as possible and it is getting easier all the time to show your artistic intelligence to the world.
At one time an image was worth a thousand words, today a word equals thousands of images and mediocrity is the form most appreciated.
What once took years to develop now takes a few days to learn, a few programs and how to move around on a computer and a little knowledge of the internet and there you are, an artist, a spokes-person, a literary critic, producer and with a little smooching you can be more popular than most serious unknown artists scientists. ever could be or ever will be.
That is a negative aspect of the new medium but there are just as many advantages for the serious artist as there always was but it may be more difficult for the shy sensitive ones to get noticed. The early bird, the loud one gets the prize.
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