Monkey

Design

How I'm Living

My cousin sent me this picture and told me I look like this guy.  I wonder where he got my high school picture?

Time Machine

It's so different here

Handwritten Letters

Travelin' Man

Skin.

Take off that protective skin
It is a must you start showing everything
You have nothing so important
Nothing that no one else hasn't imagined
You are nothing beyond normal
Just wear a bright smile
and light up everyone
You owe their entertainment
Don't be a bad host
Don't have some sense
that you know a lot about you
Because you can always convince yourself anything


What's truth anymore?
It's all about convincing.

Anthem.

Land of the morning

Child of the sun returning

With fervor burning

Thee do our souls adore.

Land dear and holy,

Cradle of noble heroes,

Ne'er shall invaders

Trample thy sacred shores.

Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds

And o'er thy hills and seas;

Do we behold thy radiance, feel the throb

Of glorious liberty.

Thy banner dear to all hearts

Its sun and stars alight,

Oh, never shall its shining fields

Be dimmed by tyrants might.

Beautiful land of love, oh land of light,

In thine embrace 'tis rapture to lie;

But it is glory ever when thou art wronged

For us thy sons to suffer and die.

Congratulations. Spirit Warrior.

Bayang magiliw, perlas ng silanganan.
Alab ng puso, sa dibdib mo'y buhay.
Lupang hinirang, duyan ka ng magiting
Sa manlulupig, di ka pasisiil.

Sa dagat at bundok, sa simoy at
sa langit mong bughaw,
may dilag ang tula at awit
sa paglayang minamahal.

Ang kislap ng watawat mo'y
tagumpay na nagniningning.
Ang bituin at araw niya
kailan pa may di magdidilim.

Lupa ng araw, ng lualhati't pagsinta,
buhay ay langit sa piling mo.
Aming ligaya na pag may mang-aapi,
ang mamatay ng dahil sa iyo

Apples

Brown Skin

Written while in the provinces of the Philippines [click to enlarge]

Brown skin

The fabric of fertile fields

Strewn across

Worn as a shield

By tireless workers

Brandished by a sun that

Lays upon

Its oppressive embrace

Tempered and untender

A palette of a million hues

Making up white light

A cosmetic of Pacific sun

Paints such complexion

Brown skin is the shade of dry season

It is the color of river bank silt...

Dark like the dirt 

under unearthened roots

To the western eye

It is uncivilized

I say it is evidence of truth in spirit

Of sweat and toil

A mixture that reflects the richness of soil

Brown skin

Connected to nature's

Every fluctuation

Just as the shadows of shade change

When trees hear the wind

Brown skin in flux

Shade of the season

Mulatu Astatke - Yekermo Sew

Ama La Pachamama = Love Mother Earth

This is a bench I saw on a hike. Cuenca, Ecuador.

This is a mural I painted for my neighborhood near my home at 840 Kurkurkurpata in Cusco, Peru 

right before leaving. The land and altitude of Cusco drained away my physical energy and broke down my body that I cannot explain too much to others.  But afterwards I experienced a spiritual energy that revitalized me = Earth energy. Thank you. I dedicate this to you,,]]

Pachamama is a goddess revered by the indigienous people of the Andes. Pachamama is usually translated as Mother Earth, but a more literal translation would be "Mother world" (in Aymara and Quechua mama = mother / pacha = world or land; and later widened in a modern meaning as the cosmos or the universe).  

The states of harmony on the planet Earth 

are the result of an arduous and constant lifetime of 

communication with our inner world. 

When speaking of the spiritual world and its effect in the terrestrial 

dimension many people try to understand it only from a philosophically 

rational stance which is a point of view that is appropriate to the 

Western culture; let us not forget that the energy in this land of indigenous peoples is 

that of "Pachamama" and "Wiraqocha" which implies a harmonious 

development in all areas of life.

We cannot propose a solid basis for a new consciousness if we continue to follow 

practices that are appropriate to the time of the cave dwellers; we 

cannot continue to support a religious yoke that threatens the 

balanced development of all the Children of this planet.

The woman of the new age is she who would always protect Life and 

her paths will always be under the protection of the Earth Mother, our 

"Pachamama". Groups of people and different associations raise the 

flag of ecology against a background of politics and power, justifying 

with their example the continued destruction of many parts of our land 

and the biodiversity of our surroundings.

Harmony in our lives ought to show itself in every moment, if we are 

insincere there will come a moment when we receive messages from 

nature that tell us we are following a dangerous path that sooner or 

later will threaten our wellbeing, manifesting as illness, pain and 

suffering, all typical of this earthly dimension; we are not perfect and to 

err is human, but to go against the current when we know better is to 

seek to harm ourselves.  

For more interesting insights in the changing consciousness please follow the link.  Thank you.  - d 

http://www.fromthestars.com/page128.html

http://ezinearticles.com/?The-Shift-of-Consciousness&id=5174397

"Let the waters settle, you will see the stars and moon mirrored in your being."

Water

∞ What were words when worlds were water? Were we floating on the same channel? You look for me the moment  I'm no longer needed. I believe in you beyond the edge of any waterfall. Barely I brace myself for the impact Satisfied you seem in all your allure I could have told you my secrets Did you write me letters with seashore sticks? The sea sent messengers this morning I signed the shore with a heart and a sideways eight ♥∞ I hope you get it in hourglass sand Time will spread changing truths Tell me about your grandmother's face instead The facts I found in shallow days Where my skin sees your feet coming I was warned this place had charm

Circles met each other  when we threw stones The universe was born  without words What was your favorite part of the play? Mine was when color was  born out of baby sounds Wrapped in an endless black blanket Fifrelight shined through cries of unformed space Drifting like a traveling mist Sound embraced her with a transparent heart Colors traveled through like wind finds itself indoors I met you in this ripple of the awakening dream The center of the circle Carried away my reflection When no words are between us I listen to how your heart moves me  - daO

Final Scene.

☪ Thin Moon ☪

Incredible song.

Life of a Scholar

A MESSAGE TO AN ARTIST...(and anyone)

“ Beware of artists – they mix with all classes of society and are therefore most dangerous. " - Queen Victoria

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