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So I just wanted to start a thread for folks who have a something to share with us Superbeings.

It's basically just a creative melting pot of thread share space. 

Maybe it's music. Maybe it's an event.  Maybe its photography, poetry, short stories, your novel, visions, visual art, a system of healing you are working on, your new archetypal tarot system, your illustration, your inventions,your adventure to Bali,  your lucid dreaming project, your recipe for superhealth you discovered from experimenting with wheatgrass and chaga,  your articles, your fort you built, your dress you sewed, your meal you cooked, the ritual you enacted. I don't care what it is- I just want to know about it and we do too. 

If you like something you see - comment on it. Friend the being who posted it. Start a conversation about it. Many of you share stuff to me in private. It's too cool to covet. It's too amazing to be hidden away on your phone, an email or in a text. 

I am done. I simply won't be in conspiracy to hide your brilliance any longer. I will reveal you. You are utterly busted. We see you. :)

So here is a poem I wrote maybe last year sometime?

Bird in a Room

From between the crushed spaces of seconds

Blooms out of me a wave that flames my torso

It commands

I belong to it

this longing

turning over

It speeds AWAY from me 

 like trees you watch from the car window

elastic, expansive, a green that embroiders

it has me kneeled

and as the fire of it burns me pitilessly

I want to call you

I want to text you

To define the moment and let it sweep you in it if it could

It feels sacred

Like I should wrap it in velvet and guard it with sword

 I want to interrupt your life and tell you --I love you

Not as people say it casually upon departure.

But like a precious secret.

Not as something you tell someone but as an act of knowing as an action that could

heal or uplift or change the world

No wait of something utterly new under the sun

 I want it to carry the current

 the ink of this place

a phrase  that unfolds the delight and the true meaning

there is not really words for…

there are none.

How this feeling is impossible without you

From the heart of its revelation thru my skeleton and back

I want my words to stain you and pierce you and change you forever

Make clouds that communicate through our bellies pressed together

The rivers of respiration not in the lungs but the heart’s clear membrane

I want it to deepen your sweetness 

To deepen your experience ever renewed knifeblade of morning

But I am afraid that when I open my mouth it will not convey the colors

The incessant importance of it

It will seem banal

the words common

Like the aftermath of some intricate psychedelic revelation fading

why have I interrupted your silence?

The life of these colors maybe unknown unfelt

Some masterpiece rotting in an attic

behind the steamer trunk of photographs, the dented trombone

I want it's timbre to bear the truth of what you have seen that night in san antonio

I want to open my hands and you see IT flooding the room

not a vision but irreversible truth

I long for you to see it. I don’t understand the power of it.

 I don’t know what to do with it

I don’t know what it wants from me

This frantic bird in my room

It is the only treasure worth anything

I want you to watch it as it destroys my name so that

 my true self is all that is left

But what I want is irrelevant

Would that grace if it could find the door

So you would feel love loving you through me