Language to learn……….
Surely spoken by the Earth………
a fire to engage with………
Whinny of the axes as the planet turns…….
Breathe deep the pure air dunes Dantian…..
Flutter the restless tongue a tune of the Sun Warble…..
Display the mating gradient of ritual, designed for survival….
Arabesque of the sentient landrace bio-dreamer drones who’ll undress in the eyes of the Iterator…
Ghosts of princess’ past plié, give pouty lipped kisses..
Exit the stage with bouquet and bow to the magnet.
Buddha and a genie walk into a delicatessen. The genie grants Buddha three wishes and immediately he wishes them away. There are times when Buddha holds on to wishes, sometimes for eternities, before using them or wishing them away. Does Buddha ever use the wishes for something substantial, material even? Of course.
One may ponder the greater challenge betwixt having to hold on to wishes for eternity or having to deal with the outcome of each wish, also for an eternity. For Buddha there is no such relative challenge. ‘Tis woven, salts and grains, into the sharing of this burden of free will. Ours is a transcendence of burden. An everlasting celebration of light and the occasional anomaly of birthday suit combustion, weaving and manifesting Eden’s rivers. Cottonmouth convene among reeds, startlingly arriving to writhe, but never to settle, in the unscathed garden patch. Buddha scratches his head.
Buddha never wishes the genie away. Buddha enjoys the genie’s company. The dichotomy of Buddha and a genie. One is of the essence of peace and enlightenment. the other of desire, of material. a genie bottle is smoking in the Zen garden. Snake of Eden.
Buddha rarely uses genie’s wishes. But if Buddha pleases. Multiple genies. Planet genie. Jimson.
and the world appears dark again. but an adjustment of the hue of the who’s who of bright titanous star tubules lost in the satin fabric Jello jail congeal release in the tea garden reveal a northern lit mini slip Greystorm wolfgang character. It’s so peaceful here. Mysterious. Mist of the healing winds. It is here where Buddha slumbers in the buff.
iteration 3.7501 — Buddha and a genie : long version
Lacinato kale o cavolo nero ♦ de-stem blanch chiffonade
raspberry mint ◊ muddle
hazelnut oil «» drizzle
Anaheim pepper ∼ char
sun-dried cranberry ‹› reconstitute cure toss
cassava • steam spice
Langostino ∞ sear abandon
What is Calculus ?
————————– – overheard in classroom
professor : well essentially an extension of algebra
dynamic quantification of data
independent variable : number of donuts eaten per day dependent variable : happinesssssssss
pie Pascal’s Triangle
old bearded gnome gone mad on account of home brewed cider. I’ll arrange to sit and sip that smidge o’ Bolli micro-sud. pouring over me in front of city hall. Does the wizard get high on his own supply? Do wizards get high? Yes on both inqueries but the wizard is unaware of the contact during the concocting of tonic and elixir. Wizards huff their own potions for the sake of the spell.
his potion of electrolyte delight tonight tonight
Humidity reading 50% rains nourish my penchant lightnin’ in a beacon bottle
steam rings rise and solidify hold on to ya cochlear I’m adjust my meta-cognitive throttle
buddha carries genie in a flash pasteurized, tiny fluted bottle
iteration 3.7000 -- core samplings
marshmallow jail. padded vested pelch. widow bonnet serving wench wearing gold plated pasties. wrapped in snaking arms
she’s dancing in a circle now burning bundles of the Darm.
she has solved me. the only known shadow soldier to do so. she is not unlike the early morning euphoric feeling after staying up a few. fleeting smell of dew. giving way to traffic and coffee buzz where all day wind-up monkey stay busy chasing pimp tokens.
she asks to speak through me
so i let her in
she asks to speak with you
she’s my leopard twin
fang show tonight
she is infinite(ageless)
forgiving eyes stay focused on the arc master
her side of the story missing(pageless)
iteration 3.6667 -- perhaps rare beacon signals from the outer bounds of Mk IV