This one is poetry. Its odd little poems that point to life after awakening. My last poetry book was a bunch of poems written from the top of the mountain. They expressed a lot of open feelings and freedom
Immersed
I have dissolved into the Beloved
I knock and wait for others to enter
But they are all still dancing in the play
Running in the scene or drowning in their waves
I wait immersed unable to explain
My next set of poems come from living now in the village
Among life and seeing the amazing Presence in all things
Even the oddness of life
Greasy Hair
*I washed my hair last night
Knew it would be greasy by 11 am today
yup it is
I look greasy now
my class level has dropped to a lower one
now I can relax
i dont have to stay up with the Joneses
and their clean washed hair
my words will be unheard today
my place in society in the corner
greasy hair is powerful
it changes your entire presence
if you dress nice and have greasy hair
you look shady
if you are dressed bummy with greasy hair
you will look like a low life
the key is to pull it off
like its a new thing
by not caring
just play music, sing and not worry
those who will notice
are too hard to hang with anyway
this is easy
add a dance step to you walk and open another rung
to visit in society, where they dance and not care*
I am almost done this book. I plan on making a few copies and selling them or giving them away in hand. Something with a brown cover and each one will be different. I will sketch small artwork for each book. Defining each one differently.