i had already confessed dat I had nvr been immersed in a forest bath; yet, here I had stood with a barrage of leaves profusely cascading down my head and shoulders\u2026takin with them dos things of beauty, bird songs\/frolickin squirrels\/cool summer breeze\/erotic shading\/breath(a-kin) “fullness”\u2026they were all different colors and shapes falling cuz of the east coast autumn<\/p>\n\n\n\n
comin from my cmty version of a forest\u2026s-o-o-o many trees\u2026like in the forest of the VDC meditations\/their leaves (leaves us) now free\/free to be free to blow in the wind and anyplace else they dang gon-it (says kym) well please\/<\/p>\n\n\n\n
no longer confined to their trees\/now embodied by the ethers neither here nor dere<\/p>\n\n\n\n
dancing their way to death\/decomposing out of sight\u2026hmnn reminds me of our loved ones\/also too many to count gone with grace shonuff many shades, shapes\/beauty\u201dfullness\u201d \u2026quickly lost too they would say nvr to be seen again<\/p>\n\n\n\n
leaving our souls as bare as the remaining trees how do we\/dem go on standin?
my\u2026my what a frightful, lonely and cold scene\/or so one\u2019ld say… yet what about dem fdg the soil (our souls)
a diff kin-d of a forest bath rainin?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and what about the east coast autumn\u2019s quickenin darkness return of the thirst for healing (soul\/sold-out) light of the day… aaah light. could this be the beauty of our loved ones\u2019 transition\/could this be their say (stay)
is it all a-kin (a-gain) to a life\/death immersion\/<\/p>\n\n\n\n
w-e-l-l according to grace shonuff & VDC, the mind\u2019s eye (k)now its re-sonance. Ashay!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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making ov\u2019r to the other side of the tracks ====<\/p>\n\n\n\n
there i stood watching my cargo (so voluminous supersedes being called baggage) chug-a-lugging down and over the tracks\/cars read CARSON (there were hundreds of them alone!), CMU, VWX, INTL. SHIPPING, CZARK, and wow\u2026hazardous waste\/content full of da heart\u2019s matters. can\u2019t or won\u2019t remember where\u2019ll and when\u2019ll they had boarded \u2013 most likely crept onboard during a harvest moon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the proverbial \u201cme\/we\u201d had named them and then suddenly, yet gently, i felt my chin turned aside to witness the names turning into a blazing streak of light. left me in a vacuum sure enuf with all my cargo now being swept up in one full swoop like in the movie \u201cputney swoop\u201d\u2026 spook who set by the door\u2026 leav\u2019g all of us wishing it wud just vanish\/yes sir, watched it all from the platform on up high<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2018home\u2019 i remembered the conductor calling out upon my arrival at this majestic place, where i finally get to disembark\/ \u201cPenn Station\/Grand Central\/Regional Transportation Center\u201d s\/he boomed out<\/p>\n\n\n\n
all the tracks seemed to merge then\/crossing over one another at their junctures\/becoming seamless\u2026now as i look back\/ the cars that used to read \u201cderailment bound\u201d now read d*e*t*a*c*h*m*e*n*t – all aboard<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it was at that very moment that i was reminded\/i had n\u2019ver truly left home in the first place \u2013 the ill-u-zion just smelled, tasted and re(s)ounded like a far off place\/displacing me on the other side of the tracks<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love Syndrome<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n found myself without form\/body just fallen to the wayside along with fixed images<\/p>\n\n\n\n spirits been flushing itself out ever since\/introducing George, Orel, Sybil, and Esq. Harry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n no more blocking for me\/time and space diminished leaving the absolute<\/p>\n\n\n\n just am am not<\/p>\n\n\n\n yeah finally arrived here to find my union with spirit\/transformation\/revelation constituting my days when love merges Yves St. Laurent with rastas<\/p>\n\n\n\n cause and effect vehicled me here they say\/here when love expresses itself as the I am<\/p>\n\n\n\n Confetti Delights<\/em><\/strong> (dedicated to my grand-daughter, Keo’nie)<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve heard far off trains whistling and seen the comet-like steaks shooting across skies\/ and I have seen Venus and Jupiter appearing together in the suns\/moon rise & set; yet they paled in comparison to where your sounds journey one to\/ <\/p>\n\n\n\n your newly-found sounds color our world with confetti delights and tickles the bottom of our feet (even those that have sprouted corns\/callouses) with what feels like a duster\u2019s feathers\/<\/p>\n\n\n\n the newness of vocalizing your world bedazzles one like the sight of liquid love\/cascading down the nearby water spa on the ancestor\u2019s shrine\/<\/p>\n\n\n\n your laughter seals one\u2019s place here on earth\/heaven even when discord wants to enter in\/your sounds re-minds us of all the reasons why we are here…to celebrate joy ‘all-ways’\/all-days\u2026yes\/ our \u2018bless-in\u2019 u r<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cGrace sho[w]nuff\u201d (aka according to VDC – 11\/2022) i had already confessed dat I had nvr been immersed in a forest bath; yet, here I had stood with a barrage of leaves profusely cascading down my head and shoulders\u2026takin with them dos things of beauty, bird songs\/frolickin squirrels\/cool summer breeze\/erotic shading\/breath(a-kin) “fullness”\u2026they were all different … <\/p>\n
night owls hooting taking me to far off mystical places\/ <\/p>\n\n\n\n