GLIDED ON INVISIBLE CURRENTS OF SUPPORT
WINGS SPREAD AT A HIGH ALTITUDE
STILLED AND CAMOUFLAGED…
… WHEN FEET ON HUMAN-OCCUPIED GROUND
SONGED AUDIBLY…
… ONLY FROM A STILLED FORM
ON HIGH PERCH*
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1:51 AM-2/18/20
*Confirmed/Inspired by:
Return of The Bird Tribes – Ken Carey
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INFECTS/WEAKENS
PHYSICAL BODY
Origin's Rx=LGLG
Let Go Let God
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2:37 AM-2/18/20
AFTERNOON
Kept welling up
Flowing faster
Then I could draw…
Gushing
Like a fountain
So
I fell silent
Just watching
This endless spring
Unconcerned.
I drink.
Tired, I doze off.
As it should
Be.
Yosy Flug
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Excerpts from Introduction to
RETURN OF THE BIRD TRIBES
Ken Carey
Ken Carey
Excerpt from Introduction
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The benefits of language are obvious.
Without it, each new generation
would repeat the mistakes and
forego the learning of the past.
Without it, our race could not advance.
But the view of ourselves
and our world that comes to us through language
is but a thin sliver
of the multidimensional reality we inhabit.
This larger reality has fascinated me since childhood.
I have never been without at least
some minimal awareness of it,
and through the years there were always
those odd moments when my mind
would relax into a form of perception
that brought me fully
into its strange and curious domain.
Often, this perception would come forward
to help me establish a rapport with a plant or an animal deeper than what I found possible
when viewing things from a cultural perspective.
Although my language-oriented mind would later remember that these incidents occurred,
since my experiences were nonverbal
I rarely remembered much of their contents or detail.
It was not until one day in the winter of 1978
that I made my first attempt to verbalize
what I experienced during one of these states.
In bed with a cold and fever,
my thoughts had drifted into a calm,
meditative silence.
Passing moments pooled together,
relaxing into one.
Distinctions between
inside and outside began to dissolve.
On a level beyond words,
beyond the surface froth of passing events,
on a level deep in the ocean of being,
I experienced myself as energy,
and, my body,
as an intertwining of sun and soil.
Was this the awareness of the newborn
and the very young?
Everything that touched my senses,
every nuance of sound and light,
every object in the room felt as intimate to me
as the lungs through which I breathed,
as inseparable, as personal.
Insights did not come as flashes
but as things I had always known,
truths so obvious it was hard to believe
I could have forgotten them.
But I had .. . and might again.
Could this awareness be expressed,
articulated, recorded
in words?
Ken Carey
from Introduction to RETURN OF THE BIRD TRIBES
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