Notes on Alchemy…informal

1. Ongoing energetic exchange between universe and organism

2. Organism absorbs oxygen from the environment and expelling polluted gasses from the lungs…….I ran through the woods doing this–trying to get that part of my lungs most neglected and not used out of myself, that just-stewing in stale air stuff out of me. Radically and systematically clear the lungs of accumulated polluted gasses

3. My sense of smell reaches my awareness. Whiffs of smells flowers, clove squares, and even the decay of my own teeth

4. Nonsense koan: water in a lake is drawn towards the center of the whirlpool. the whirlpool is coextensive with the lake.

5. Ebb of energy on exhale and flow of energy on the inhale

6. Filter, Liquify, burnish, distill

The girl who dogged…

She flit and she drove them and him mad, both equal and in tirn,

Though those who would tell her herself to her face, only elicited her giggles, and quickly jumps ‘ere, with discomfort tempered in and with unconditional love.

She loved man by his his touch. Effortlessly and yet also endlessly.

His confusion at her ease and grace in such a magical endeavor, only furthered her own confusion and lovesome smitteness.

But she could wait.

She was desparately patience…for this.

Effing idiocy of self

WrittenCasey

Who is not guilty.

As soon as I accuse I am guilty.

Your dispassionate acknowledgement aches as much as that I aver myself to you in dispassion, presumeably.

Share and share alike says the one with no vested interest in sharing.

What are we to make of this?, says the hardworking young lady who only recently became vested.

Benevolence could unsuspectingly become malificence here.

Here in our position. Do we care?

But what would they know of us, anywazy.

They would know what we allowed and told.

Because as beautiful nobodies, we dodge gazes but come together in verbal symetry.

Equilaterally pentacling.

Miraculous


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Effing idiocy of self

Who is not guilty.

As soon as I accuse I am guilty.

Your dispassionate acknowledgement aches as much as that I aver myself to you in dispassion, presumeably.

Share and share alike says the one with no vested interest in sharing.

What are we to make of this?, says the hardworking young lady who only recently became vested.

Benevolence could unsuspectingly become malificence here.

Here in our position. Do we care?

But what would they know of us, anywazy.

They would know what we allowed and told.

Because as beautiful nobodies, we dodge gazes but come together in verbal symetry.

Equilaterally pentacling.

Miraculous