Daye 66 / It's A Fine Day

it's a fine day
people open windows
they leave their houses
just for a short while
they walk by the grass
and they look at the grass
they look at the sky
it's going to be a fine night tonight
it's going to be a fine day tomorrow
da da da da
da da da da da
da da da da da
da da da da da da
mmmm
na na na na na na
na na na na na
sitting in this field
i remember how we were going to sit in this field
but never quite did
rain or appointments or something
sitting in this field
i remember how we were going to sit in this field
but never quite did
rain or appointments or something
rain or appointments
mmmm
mmmm
mmmm
it's a fine day
people open windows
they leave their houses
just for a short while
they walk by the grass
and they look at the grass
they look at the sky
it's going to be a fine night tonight
it's going to be a fine day tomorrow
we will have salad
~ Edward Barton

Daye 65 / Metatron

archangel metatron
the highest of the angels
most heavenly scribe
thou describeth the deeds of all mankind
archangel metatron
whom god placed on a throne
next to the throne of glory
archangel metatron
struck willingly with god's wands of fire
to prove his sovereignty over thee
indeed there are not two powers above
archangel metatron
whose flesh is flame
whose veins are fire
whose eyelashes are flashes of lightning
whose eyeballs are as flaming torches
archangel metatron
who daily transmits the orders of god
to the angels gabriel and sammael
archangel metatron
twin brother to sandalphon
archangel metatron
who once was enoch
descendant of adam
metatron
archangel of the physical
archangel metatron
you are a youth and also have aged
archangel metatron
guardian of the infant moses on the nile river
archangel metatron
he of seventy names
archangel metatron
who enters the womb
to teach the embryo all possible wisdom
but then pinches together its lips
to create a philtrum
a moment before birth
causing it to forget all it has learned

Daye 64 / Into This Dirty Reality

i will birth myself into this dirty reality
via a microscopic tear in it's fabric
i will ride the folds and the spaces
and my beam-memory® will flicker
but it will never extinguish
it just continues to flicker
while reality imprints itself into the slums and palaces
oh lord protect us from the dark stuff
and other things besides
i will never leave this city
or leave this city
for even a second
for even a minute

i will seal myself into this grim flat
with candle wax
i will light the candle with this last match
and the flame will flicker
but it will never extinguish
it just carries on flickering
while the wax is dripping
i will spread it around the edges of the windows and doors
it will keep out the bad air
and lots of other things besides
it will keep me on the inside
i will not go outside again
into the city
or into the city

i will crawl into the bed
of the girl who lives here with me
i will cover her in passionate kisses
and she will flicker
but she will never extinguish
she just continues to flicker
while my cold lips kiss her
i will feel around the edges of the room
to check for growth
and lots of other things besides
but i will never climb out of this bed again
to leave this room
or leave this room

i will enter deep into her mind
through a small incision in her left temple
i will wander around naked in the golden light
and the light may flicker
but it will never extinguish
it will continue to flicker
for i love and adore her
i will feel around the edges of the universe
to check for starchanges
and other things besides
but i will never leave her mind
until the end of time
or to the end of time

Daye 63 / The Red Telephone

sitting on a hillside
watching all the people die
i'll feel much better on the other side
i'll thumb a ride
i believe in magic
why? because it is so quick
i don't need power when I'm hypnotized
look in my eyes
what are you seeing
how do you feel?
i feel real phony when my name is phil or was that bill?
life goes on here day after day
i don't know if I am living or if i'm supposed to be
sometimes my life is so eerie
and if you think I'm happy paint me white/yellow
i've been here once
i've been here twice
i don't know if the third's the fourth or if
the fifth's to fix
sometimes I deal with numbers
and if you wanna count me
count me out
i don't need the times of the day
anytime with me's okay
i just don't want you using up my time
'cause that's not right
ahh....
they're locking them up today
they're throwing away the key
i wonder who it'll be tomorrow
you or me?
we're all normal
and we want our freedom
freedom
freedom
freedom
freedom
freedom
freedom
freedom
freedom
all of god's children gotta have their freedom
~Arthur Lee

Daye 62 / Stuffed Nasturtium Blossoms

stuffed nasturtium blossoms made from
capers
cream cheese
and pesticide-free nasturtiums for breakfast
a whisper comes from a corner of the city
look at this look at this
like a fool i drop everything and i come running...
somebody just caught macropinna microstoma
a fish with a transparent head which lives in the pacific ocean
in the bay of bengal a young fisherwoman hauls in an umbrellamouth gulper eel
''it's mouth is so loosely hinged that it can swallow an animal larger than itself..'' she laughs
it swallows the fisherwoman whole
a crowd of gloaters gather around the bloated eel
as it thrashes about on the jetty
it thrashes about so much that it's long whip-like tail is tied into a dozen knots
there's a kind of commotion
people can't decide what to do
''shall we try to free the devoured fisherwoman?'' they ask me
i shrug my shoulders
''..or unknot the eel's tail and throw it back into the sea?...''
i walk into a city in the desert
two men and a woman approach me
the woman looks deep into my eyes
''you can use these ants
as a hallucinogenic... they're california harvesters...
but you have to swallow them alive...'' she says
i grimace
''er, thanks but no thanks!.."
then as some sort of explanation
''...i'm a vegetarian!''
i lie down under the hot sun in the shade of some large red rocks
and i dream about rachael biggs: model by day and human sushi platter by night
and spongebob squarepants
and charlotte perkins gilmans florid yellow wallpaper
and arthur machen
and quantum mechanics
and φ the golden ratio
and dimethylene tryptamine blacklight lanterns & acid
and the invaders 'nightmare' & the forbidden planet
and the nylon man: he melted at 263°C
and the moki snake dance which brings on the rainy season
and natural harvest: a collection of semen-based recipes by fotie photenhauer
did you know that the natural world has an instinct to alter consciousness?
and that multiple wasp stings are known to induce mildly hallucinogenic effects
such as increasing the intensity of colours and the perception of geometric forms
and i dream about orgone
and wilhelm reich and his son
john dee
nikola tesla
and david elieser deutsch
and mihail kalatozov
to err is human...to forgive is not our policy: the massachusetts institute of technology assassins guild
reality and hyperreality: is there a difference?
and then i dream about home
flowery fields
and lark hill
and the bollin valley
and the river m
and bowdon
and goosey green
and C.o.M.
and the stange matter hypothesis
and the strange language of the pirahã
and the schwarzgerät
and wabi-sabi
and george shipman talking to an imaginary martian
and egyptian hieroglyphs linear b and the eldritch glyphs of the maya
and sabbatai zevi publically uttering the forbidden YHVH
and the golem arising to defend the jewish ghetto's of prague during the 16th century pogroms
and language which is just a virus from outer space
and a planeload of rabbis and mystics hold an airborne prayer meeting over C.o.M.
in the belief that it will help check the spread of swine flu
and robert clarke's the hideous sun demon is playing to an empty house
and so is my father's piano
and then i dream der maya tapestrie
and there was a crack in his head
and a little bit of the dark world came through
and pressed him to death
and i dream of k & b & d
and harin starkje
and hitch underleary lucy molloy and mex
and i wonder where they are at this moment
and bid is in his studio under the stairs
with his collection of guitars & basses & moogs & jupiter-8's
and brion's in his big white house on tempest drive
and chris cult is always searching in vain
for something that's been right under his nose all along
and then i dream of st b who is always around anyway
and nicky bonfire
and aurora & wlw
and páll & kristin
and marc & june bolan
and the dawn star
and syd
and arthurly
and bob calvert
and lennon & harrison
and sky sunlight saxon
and the girl up a tree on a swing
and licorice
and the swan girl
and that girl from dream #17544
and little miss nowhere
and just another field but what they planted there
and caz the psykick hit(wo)man
and the blue pig
and little sue in st albans
and mandy
and our lady of the lights
and a being with five billion mouths
billy pilgrim unstuck in time
klarkash-ton stranded in greenland-hyperborea
and what about determinism
do we have a free will?
and writers don't own their words
since when do words belong to anybody
i dream about an old old man
who practises divination by interpreting dreams
and my dreams are becoming like films
i just sit back and watch as the stories unfold
the images come and go
and the old man's granddaughter is an obscure artist
she performed once with annie sprinkle
in the legend of the ancient sacred prostitute
and i dream of quantum immortality and the mwi
and i'm sitting beneath the branches of holy yggdrasil
there appears three maidens deep in the knowledge
and the magus zoroaster meets his doppelgänger walking in the garden
comes running to me for help
and all i can do is to point him in the direction of the three maidens
and i meet a small boy who thinks i'm his mother
i have her face he says
and i must give it back if i am not her
but i turn into a bird and fly off over the water
and then over the border into alejandrina
and i enter the library there
it's full of cobwebs
there's dust everywhere
i can't find the book i want
or the exit
and time is pressing
and i feel as if I have already died
and am now living a posthumous existence
and everything is temporary
and what if i wasn't there in the physical
until the three of you dreamed me into being
and i awake years later in the cave of the seven sleepers
and i am walking down artists lane
and it's so stormy up here
as i walk out onto stormy point
the storm nymphs are dancing barefoot under the dark sky
the lemonades are dancing barefoot in the meadows
and johnny echols cuts loose on his 'lectric guitar
drowns out my words
and i have been moved from my office in the city
to one that looks identical but is in an unfamiliar suburb
something is afoot: my boss and the rest of the staff work at both locations
and something is in the trees...it's coming
and i'm climbing a mountain made of gold
and i plant my flag on the summit
and i've been to the moon
stepped across the sea of rains and the sea of serenity
and i saw behind the moon
saw further than i ever saw before
and something is in the hills...i could hear it stirring
and then somebody finds a neolithic map of mars carved into stones
buried beneath the grasslands of cerrigydrudion
which leads us to believe that it was once covered by a vast ocean
but the map has been discovered ten thousand years too early
mars is arid and the machines which will flood the planet have yet to be invented
but nobody knows this
except you and i
and the nature of time is this:
it is passing and it is passing and it is passing
and the nature of space is this:
it is here and it is here and it is here
and the nature of reality is this:
it is hidden and it is hidden and it is hidden

Daye 61 / The Celestial Tree

Daye 60 / Say I Am You

i am dust particles in sunlight
i am the round sun
to the bits of dust i say stay
to the sun keep moving
i am morning mist
and the breathing of evening
i am wind in the top of a grove
and surf on the cliff
mast rudder helmsman and keel
i am also the coral reef they founder on
i am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches
silence thought and voice
the musical air coming through a flute
a spark of stone
a flickering in metal
both candle
and the moth crazy around it
rose and the nightingale lost in the fragrance
i am all orders of being
the circling galaxy
the evolutionary intelligence
the lift and the falling away
what is and what isn't
you who know jelaluddin
you the one in all
say who i am
say i am you
~ Rumi (Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi)