Geodescent domes
made of human being links.
Angels whisper instructions
to keep the shape pure,
keep your gums
from overlapping your teeth,
and your skin
from growing contusions.
The infinite octagonal links like monkey bars, disappear,
Become a part of life.
Become a link of the structure
Of shape and time.
Watch universes play their games,
While unbeknownst shaping space
And creating time.
The human links smile and laugh
As angels doing their enlightened part.
Me,
I am the monkey,
Studying the makeup of shapes,
Taking soil samples of their substance,
Climbing toward the edges,
Praising the shapes.
Seeing the geodescent rainbows.
Listen to the voice of the true spirit,
Who speaks through the wind
In the rustling mountain tree tops,
Singing the song of currents shapes,
With the words informing,
You are a pattern maker!
Shape setter!
Smiling and dancing
You love life and shine light.
Something heavy falls from the sky,
Every star water falls down
Rain of knowledge.
If you want
You can learn truth,
At the rate
Of a dimension
a second.
Every second counts.
The stars fall,
Treetops dance.
You realize young American
The weight of what you are given,
The weight of creation,
The weight of what are you to create when you have been given everything?
See the beauty of human arts,
The output of the most enlightened societies,
The dress of Shamans,
And swords of Samurais,
The movements of Tai Chi and yoga.
Feel the flow,
From future,
Past
And present,
Are one and still
Continually moving inward
nanotech able detectable
Fusion dance moves,
Smiling queen of creation,
Infinitesimal looking outwards
Or back in time)
gigantic shapes of what you made yesterday, looming bending peripheral.
I am changing reality.
My presence and awareness
Participate unconsciously.
We build the structure of life,
Become and are the structure of life,
I am aware.
The structure builds itself.
We can shape the structure if we want,
I am humble,
To practice I visualize a sphere
The size of the span of my arms
Surrounding me.
Composed of the shape of the universal structure (one of them)
The sectagon (6)
The geodescent dome of light capturing space surrounding me by three feet every way.
I extend my arms along the horizontal vertices. Instantly my arms become the light beam,
And glow as the structure of light sphere.
I spin my entire body using the inertia of my mass
And move the entire sphere,
First left full circle,
Then pivot,
Right full circle.
I jump,
And the ball rises.
I wrap it up quick
Bringing the entire glowing space into my heart
And shoot it out my hands.
Visualize the space of the entire venue,
See the energy turning spinning
Into the dancers energy
Back to the djs.
Shoot energy through the ground
In laser beam torpedoes,
Shoot mandalas at beautiful dancers,
And everyone.
Spin.
We do shape the scene.
The universal shape is up to you.
How do you want the plant of life to grow?
With all our leaves in the light?
With our arms extended fully reaching?
Or dead,
Turning back into soil?
It’s up to you,
Us,
This is us.
Evolve.
Come to the park
Were we are making human Mandalas
And cracking jokes.
A Poem
Two old drunks,
Their bodies bruised
Of hardened skin and smoke stain,
Walk down Commercial Street
Holding hands.
