there is precious little connectivity
between black and white.
yes, just a field of wisdom
connects the two.

when I "ct" on this I think
first of all things white.
Monks robes, satin, lace,
ice cream, flowers, bonnets,
pajamas, underwear, snow,
paper, layers, lies, bounty,
fiction, desires, grace.

on the black side I think of pews,
roses, charcoal, desire, trips, people,
witnesses, destruction, principle,
power, depth, purple,
rage.

tonight is such a night where the fear
of past imperfections is sublimated in
the knowing that I am flying above it all,
at least for the moment.

Today I saw a man in a kilt and a yin/yang
necklace. I wanted to be that strong man.
Alas, this one is owned by someone else.
The secretion is almost always lighter than
the wound. The ferment is always stronger
than the brew. The pretext is always part
of the context and the people who know are
the ones who can be trusted to follow through.

Today I had my way with a beautiful woman.
She is the same beautiful woman I have been
having my way with for quite some time. I give,
she receinves. She gives I recieve. Such is the
yin/yang.

Rainbows and Warriors,
ships and water.


darkhaired ladies, so many
tripping images in my mind's
eye.

Laughter, all the moments through
all my memories.

ContinuumTripping
is a form of meditation. It is
acheieved not by silence, or lack of
thought, it is rather tripping of
memories.
In this
way the astral becomes apparent.