a softer retort

All actions they echo with certain import either with a loud or a softer retort. We know not the reach of the ripples they cause or if they merge split compound or ever pause or if they exist as faiths often do claim and if they’ve the power to heal or to maim. Energy is eternal it cannot abate it radiates outward through through cloth bone and cell and passes then onward through Earth’s very core then on to such reaches we’ve not reached before. Each thought thought and each gesture made into the great webbing around us is played not mute but eternal not weighty but pure yet of its import one can never be sure. Therefore feed not demons but witness them when they crawl from the depths of the ego’s own den to feast on the sadness and feast on the pain - pull back then and give those foul creatures not patience nor ground but witness them fully from crown back to base until their dark power doth slowly abate.

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stumble and teeter

Dear Bali is calling from hither and yon and all that I want is to go there anon. With t-shirt and headline wherever I look even on the cover of a stranger’s book reminds the divine where my soul’s true home lies so fair to the senses the skin nose and eyes. I shall go back either to wrap up affairs to settle their and maybe peddle some wares with a tiny woman and children in tow who stumble and teeter when slowly they go. This now is the crux-point where whorphan must choose to buck and win for once rather than lose, for winning’s a matter of steel in the spine; and staying well silent; and clearing the mind.

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nary a rut

If not in the heights of the mountains he prowls up there with the bears and the squirrels and owls where thin winds blow strongly and fire’s a threat then down to the flatlands and cities he’ll get. A good steed beneath him and food in his gut leaving not a wrapper and nary a rut, the smog-sled gets whirring and miles fly by while above does turn that bright star in its sky. The tools for the camping lie hidden beyond the gate where jet flight its first real tests won down here in the city though La Cieg and 3rd there’s steel and stone plenty but not many birds.

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render unspeakable

With sessions not practiced and ego untamed there wept from his body a festering stain. Old habits continued with knowledge of cost the only way out is through loss's own loss. Make focus and tender the sequels that render unspeakable things it's but a few starlings that choose not to sing.

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left to lend

It's hot now in Bangkok my feet they are sore and swiftly does open the hostel's front door. I've been to a masseuse who worked out some kinks and washed all the laundry that gave a foul stink. This evening maybe it's off to the bars on one of those quick-turning trike tuktuk cars to find me a haven to drink and to dance in a fancy shirt and a pair of long pants. It has been a while since I wrote her like this or bent to the lips of a girl's waiting kiss but that is all right I've time yet to spend and much love and thankfulness yet left to lend.

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other such toys

Outside is a rabble of instrument boys all banging on cymbals and other such toys. They're making a ruckus but that suits me fine for this just enriches my remaining time here in fairest Bali my home now two years where I have both tested and succumbed to fears. With chakras aligning though I aim to change and leave for a castle this wander-man's range and take up my calling with pride in my heart content in the notion that I can restart the path of the wise man the path of the true whilst keeping within me a core made of Wu. The last night is over the other begins the wounds they are healing on foot hand and shins the women are lovely the future looks bright – peace with you dear reader and thanks for your sight.

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brightness and usher

Straight back to the darkness was where he just went – his lack of frustration and passion to vent. He wallowed there limply and without due strength for more than a full precious hour-long length. At least he did something a few minutes' labor before he retreated from goddesses' favor but now he knows more about where the ego has sunk in its talons without letting go. With surfing and yoga and meditation he will soon continue what he has begun and usher in brightness and usher in light and rejoin the life-long and unending fight against the dark urges the wages of sin – aho! do not give up it's time to begin.

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