The green flame within

Yesterday came and I spent the sunset in a hidden swingset, going up into the blue and down into the snow covered bricks and glass. On my walk home I studied the perspective of my enviroment, thought about what to do with my gift.
I have a constant worry in the back of my neck, that I am wasting my potential with the mundane. That my dreams will dillute in the concrete and I will be sick and asleep, wrapped in plastic.

I refuse to give in, to let my insides fall out. I worry about what's to be done in the world of tomorrow, but I squander my moment. I have things to do, things I neglect. Books I promised I would read, pictures and stories to be told. I know that I have to focus on my promises before I can move on.

I will do what needs to be done, then take on the next. One step at the time.


Here's a round up of interesting links I've come across.

Mandala creation, by tibetan monks.
they carefully create the mandala with sand, the intricate designs contain meme-deites, much like the geometrical contructs of the psychedelic.

Reflecting the divine, one grain of sand at the time.

Looking for something to listen to while surfing the lower rings of the self aware net?
How about the soothing voice of Terrence Mckenna telling you about the machine elves and psilocybin?

Here it is in the Psychedelic Salon.

last but not least, when you're feeling down, sometimes the simplest of advice can really make a difference. Bypass the contemporary cynicism by gazing onto these beautiful pieces of love.
Good advice!



That's it for today.
Please leave a comment if you stumbled across this, I'd like to know who's looking in.

R.