There is telepathy between hearts.
felt a craving for fulfillment and so went out, stoned, for a walk beneath the ripe spring moonlight, smoking cigarettes and entertaining my thoughts with copious inner dialogue & self talk. i realized the necessity of creativity, of working against all the inertia and forces that prevent oneself from self-actualization.
i once wrote that “poetry is the business of picking up the plow and pushing it, eternally.” it is time to harvest your dreamfields, it is time push the plow in the direction of your choosing… it is time to activate.
i want to feel my vibrating electric self constantly.
may all beings groove to the deepest rhythms,