Ocean Paddles

There is one Awesome power
In letting go

And letting the flow
Take over

Like a wave that no one breaks
You swim the sea
Or dive in

Say let it be
Carry me

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I can study all day long
Bed my night wanting more
More make do in streching reach
Completely incomplete

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Layed my cards on the table
Stroked the water in attempts
Could only hold on to me
And let the day come fresh

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As surfacing from the deep
Inhale before next leap

Cloud Literature

There’s a sense of rightness inside
Balanced compass needle
The flavor of a feeling
Signature of metamorphoses
Photographed to recognition
Archives of compounds
And how they like to play
Interplay between
A new scribbling


Life runs down to detail
The way things are
The way they are
Patterns emerge
Like rolling a dice
Can you feel the shapes of lines?

I take it all in
Sight reading

Portrait of My Grandparents / Retrato dos meus Avós

Oil on canvas / Óleo sobre tela
23.6 x 19.7 inches / 60x50 cm

Grandma gave me a picture of her and Grandpa asking me if I could do a portrait of them, which I accepted. It took awhile to finish but here it is. I guess the most challenging part was getting right paint mixtures. And I was eager to post it here on the blog so it’s a good feeling to have it completed.

Minha avó me deu um retrato dela e de meu avô perguntando se eu podia pintar um retrato deles, que eu aceitei. Demorou um pouco para finalizar, mas aqui está. Talvez a parte mais desafiadora foi saber misturar as tintas. E eu estava desejando posta-lo aqui no blog então é uma boa sensação tê-lo completado.

Wakening

Translucid
Winds
To mirror mirrors
Veiling waterfall
Which side which
Reflections to the open
Send of time and know
Organified within
State of being

As I was born
Lost in mazement

The Stirring Wind

The way things go
I take it all in
State of acceptance

In doing my part
To steering this boat
Away from the storm

So troubles we excel
Place a flag on top
And the winds blow
Across lands

Foundation

What a mystery
To be

Cracks down
In its condition
Of mystery

And mystery is no more

Spinning wheel

The endless and the pick
By doing one thing
We renounce every other

Choice as an exercise
Of giving up

And things start getting done
Coz’ that one thing we do
We flavor to do well

Such limitation
Is an alley
To condensate
Substantialized

As worlds to form and color

What’s this?
It’s life and living

Everything bites
Everything else

If death were not so
We’d have to live with eternity

Forever and ever
And ever and ever

Is likely
As bugling

So renewal comes to birthdays
And days our parts take shape of others
As other parts take shape of me

Unison

This morning I saw a vulture
Gliding in warm sunrise
Wings stretched on each tip

Viewed a little feather
Land on an antenna poll

Thought they were in for a ball
Then I saw one needed breakfast
Little bird wasn’t in for the menu

And I sang
Perfect harmony
All living things


(written on Monday)

Lenses

I may have seen
My life on a screen

So then I jumped in
To be me

Feel the movie
In flesh and bone

Characterization
From the height to the climb
Form and figure

Either it's a script
From the beginning
Or we scribe it each day

Either way
Intuition runs my engine
It almost runs for me

And for a second or two
Can't define who that is

Much in a sense
Of lost identity

The borders of me
Get mushy

And focus points
Of consciousness

Spread to my surroundings
Like outside looking in

Detached attaching

“I” takes shape in awareness
Reference onto that

Then awareness shifts back in
Reference onto me

As hard to portray
It seems consciousness can be placed
Inside out outside in

The matter of infinity

Infinity forwards
Is Infinity backwards

To exist always
Is to have always existed

Some say ah!
The end of time

The end of time is stall
Like in, please give me nothing

But you can see it that way
It's always here to begin with

Time is perception
Of differentiation

Enter a vault
Void in blackness

And you can’t tell time
Where nothing happens

But it’s the same time of today
Where so much happens

As happenings are reference
To measurements and scales

So is what happens
In a land of eventful

Some ask for a break
Say, give me time lapse

Still I tell you with my heart
We live in a room

We never left that room
It changes as do we

Majestic the infinite
Creativity

Like waking up each day
Streamline variations

Different board games
Card settings

So somehow
Time really doesn’t exit

Changes exist
Neither up nor down

As our notions of progress
Can also deconstruct

We’re like a spiraling
Across the universe

One verse
Uno

Amazing

Sometimes I think
Life’s a package
Sprinting clown cube
Cereal box
Colored prism
Circus ride
Have a bite
Archetype
Tecture clocks
Spin the in
Unfold unfoldings
Knowings and
Self-doubt
When certainty is a skip
In a line of streaming questions

Consciousness of me

Once I fell
Off my grandfather's arms
Tickles and giggles
Hit my chin on the floor
Tooth pierced lower lip
Off for a stitch
Seven of those
Two years old

Nurse holding arms and legs
And my stream of thought,
If only they let go of me
I’ll hold still as they please
Worn in attempts
Little to be done
Pinned on a stretch
I slept the anesthetic

But that sparkling moment
Of self-regulation
Conscious of my own actions
Paves lines to this day

Despertar

Um novo dia
Clareio dourado
Ascensão de luz
Por dentro do mar
Por traz do horizonte
Encontro tangente
Ver água virar céu
Desdobrar sol em fogo enérgico
Cromar de áurea luminescente
Entoar de passarinhos
Aquece as manhas com canto e cor

Zelo

Minhas mãos plantam sementes
E cuidam de árvores
Que outros plantaram atrás de mim
O labor de que a gente cresce

Renovação em patamar
Vem de mão em mão
Cuidando com visão
E respeito a natureza

Voz da permanência
E da mudança bem orientada
Meus ouvidos abertos

Atentos ao olhar do céu
E sabor de cada pensamento

Uma busca de harmonia
Coerência e sintonia
Em caminhos bem trilhados

Que a freqüência de um rádio
Afina e ajusta
Ao melhor resultado
No mais longo prazo

Riding a Comet

Truth the way
We are built on pain

The essence of nature
Is psychedelic
I can’t tell apart
Psyche from nature

There is only one thing
In everything

Nothing would be done
In a world of one

So nature parts infinitely
To recombine and create
Life

The game you play
Should you see it as game

Different results appear
Thermometer your smile
And counterparts make parts

Don’t think before creation
Creation is what is

Language has emancipated
To thought processing

Perfection lasts not
That’s how things move on

Infinity is formless
That’s why it’s infinite

I am a voice
That synchronizes with the flow of things
But then all voices are

Right is only right
To what may be of wrong

And to all that has failed
Nature moves on

That’s how it knows itself
Through what works not

And so it proceeds
To new begginings
Again and again