Magik Monk

Once upon a time a Monkey and her friends climbed Mt. Cheam. They took all their gear to the very top. Once they got settled in for the night, the mushrooms came out. Magic that is, magic it was, only love came forth, what a masterpiece.

   
    
   
   
   

After the Gold Rush

this one goes out to my homie Neil Young who crafted these wondrous words for us all to contemplate from the song ‘after the gold rush’ “well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying in the yellow haze of the sun, there were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones, all in a dream, all in a dream, the loading had begun, flying mother natures silver seed to a new home in the sun” 

What in the world is this non-sense? See maybe it is not non-sense you see, from the eyes is the soul, from the eye is the spirit, gaze into the haze without sense of self and you will climb over to the next shelf, you see it is not of this world of sense.