[Colin Ward poem reading]
Expansion of awareness
Or Gaia's breast
Or possibilities with love and technology
Grandmother spider we could pick up
Weaving the divine web
Fools think that grandma spider is trying to eat them
But they struggle from fear
Consider how dark it gets before dawn
Weaves all day, left us alone during the night
She's about to wake up again
We are awake, drinking crisp dew for breakfast
And ready to weave the web denser
This web has no circumference
It's stardust, trees, oceans, and computers
I am not me, but the source living itself out through me
My identity, whirlwind, ideas confused and never solid
Spinning, slow motion, is completely dissolved
I am a vessel
I have been an infinite number of people
The areas I dream of are fountains, floating screens, busted metals, flowers, little floating pixie pots, like fireflies in the tree branches
Aiding photosynthesis
Or having consciousness like birds to sing to one another
Nature's new masterpiece
A constant animatronic orchestra
New robot creatures and anything in our imagination getting fused and folded inside out
Is my imagination mine?
Would I like it to be private?
If my imagination was a private matter, aside from Mother Nature, how could she and I ever collaborate on actualizing our dreams?
Fur, mana, fruits, touch, floating, dance, blood, body art, water, fish, salts, smoke, telepathy, funky maypole parties, wine, sex
Freedom to play with an always wet ocean of lust for experimentation with sound or object
Bringing up kids as supernatural man-apes
Pure and free from culture and history
Intelligent apes form, this time around, their music, dance, science, and spirit, will take them into space
History is dead
In my me, I have we
I am the present moment
The thousands of years in my blood
Sage, traveler, mage, performer, stamina up, a gypsy frog spirit guide, gliding along cars and hovering around streetlights
Party like a freaky thing and get bored by the hermit in me who'd rest with a goose down pillow rather than tear it up just for a feather rain
Jello-lone melancholy and drunk on dreams, kissing, the perfect music, as they fuck the party
Live out the whole color spectrum
The cosmic mood ring
Who is the least bit open to mystery
Nature will give you clues if you are brave
We have seen the birth of the god and everyone
Out of pure self love, no vanity
Computers and transports
Love is a silky and breezy thread
Love is a silky and breezy thread
And is not human centered
Love is the center
Communications, growth, and love are the fuel for the web to get more complex every time the moment goes by
If you watch, it is always different
Death is not violent
If you ask the leaf on a tree in autumn if it is scared to fall off the branch
It will say, "I have given all I am to the tree
And I am tired, and I'll float on down now"
Imagine the way a breeze feels against your leaf body
While you finally don't have to hold on anymore
[Instrumental]
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