Iyahitah Bonita

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its funny having spots that i feel i am able to do art in.
i move the table continuously, usually upon the bathroom floor.
i drew her while i was in bed. (which is somewhat common)
however, somehow ,i fell asleep with the paint brush in my hand-
& trailed paint all over my blankets.


one of these days i'll put myself to bed.

of course-
she is richly in progress
& has moved to the bathroom floor
area.
i like to lay on my stomach
while i paint&
smoke
musically (mathlessly)
.
&oh yes. it
rained
all day

Dream



I walked into a world of invitation
Standing before me was my sweet divine Sister- Ko'alani.
We stood before ourselves in the hysterically crying daylight." I love you "
She advised me to walk into the present tree house,whose stairs stood at my bare feet, and talk with a strange man whom was waiting inside.
Because I was so dreaming-
it was hard to walk with my feet and do actual things.
There was a glass floor that I was told to be careful of- so, of course i fell into it and cut my hand.
The man told me to take a deep breath and ground my energy. I was so floaty! My body felt empty, perhaps composed of feathers.
We visualized putting my roots into the earth due to all of the clumsiness.
I felt a huge relief. I was grounded & kept focused& I told him so.
As we were talking, I looked out of the window to what was being/
The view was much like the perspective of a bird in flight. Blue clouds rushing by in a very sweet surrendering sort of way.
I felt incredible heights.
THe man proceeded to ask me a lot of questions about my childhood and such. I do not remember the exact questions but that I answered honestly.
He
then told me that I should
walk around for a moment while he put it all together.
I walked out to Ko'alani.
We held our hands and walked down a path of forest. We talked of Love, Sorrow, Forgiving and Present reality. She told me of Love
" Sometimes he'll touch a spot on his stomach, & I can feel him loving me with his entire heart". I felt very happy.
We sat around a fire circle that had been lit the night before. She is the love of my life &I was the love of hers. "Your need to "prune" away all of the
branches of the mind to grow upright."- She was crying and it was so important to keep listening.
I really was so filled with Ko'alani love that I could not help but burst out into tears. SHE THEN handed me two pictures that she made.
(I would love to have them painted on every wall)
The first one was of She & I sitting in a pure golden field with ancient flowers all around us. We were wearing silly hats. Oh, they were hilarious!

The other is quite interesting. She & I in ancient times talking beside baskets of vegetables. I have a lot of necklaces stretching my neck-> (like the Long-neck tribes?)
but, also, then- a yellow piece of fabric covering them. She looked beautiful in a lot of brown fabrics and a humble head dress.

When I looked up from living in the pictures-

..A lot of people seemed to be around us. perhaps healing. a beautiful girl carrying a baby & walking to the
water stopped to look at me, and continued.

I walked back up into the tree house to find Lyndsey.my sister, telling stories of her childhood. The more I looked at her, the more
funnier things seemed to get until she turned into a crying chimpanzee. (one of which I felt I had dreamed of before).

& Then, the previous man came back and...
had a sexual occurrence with me. (ahh!!!?) I awoke.

she acts how she
feels
dancing above

Mostly, a piece inspired by Marcus's shrine.
Something to stay up late about.

A fond smile is seen about the wonderfulness being that
I have no paint and must bloom beyond my comfort to create anything.

distance is
a
great friend
of infinite reality
here, melissa and i hang over
a mug of coffee and escape
those who make plans

forever.

wild flowers

set free

in the sun

Dear friends,
you're lovely.

dream.

I am telling everyone "Good Morning!"
& it's always replied as
"It's the afternoon."

I am baffled for a moment.
It occurs to me,while a moment reflects, I am in the perceptions of
my heart & it's all i can astrally see

let me here by announce
that any one particular
moment that even closely or potentially sounds of jazz
that i will
here by be swooned-
ultimately and fully swooned.

-mark this day.

Winding around huge city streets.
One can't help but keep her eyes on the sky temple
and forget responsibilities for another floating afternoon escape
to fan off in the serenity of the own little mind's expansion.
a cup of coffee with a friend singly in love while the park
casually escapes three o'clock. Building number 53. I am starting
to remember how to get around this place without talking
to too many crazy interferences.

I've been saying "fuck" a lot. It's not usual. But,mostly,
I feel like screaming it through the city walls and
deliriously falling over in a gypsies laughter. or maybe even
the sounds of Krishna. Like, what kind of language is that. & i say it while wearing a gold chain of African Mother Madonna.
You know.It kind of makes me smile having such strong words.

the entire world is too beautiful in dream.

I called my Grandmother on her way to virginia with my dear aunt. I told my Grandmother
about the day,
and she said

"Well, that's very Casey of you. Certainly. very much Casey."

guess

I am so in love
with falling over
& laughing.

& when i drink wine ~
it falls upon the walls,
off of the bed and into the floor
with every laugh

And it's only at four in the morning one can sit in the trees and listen to the frogs.The smells of cool dew morning rising up to the sun. Yes, dear honesty, i could write forever on a pair of blue jean spring days. If you don't mind, I've been changing lately. My head is scattered and de-fragmenting reality to commune just for a moment with the complete trails of unattached breeze language. What to say about and over all of these intricate arrivals of thirsting tree roots is nothing. Is a bus ticket in the morning
and jumping as high as i can to stay silent. It hardly means anything anymore to know who we all are.
I don't mind staying patient forever, and have no thirst for hungry ways to devour our sleeping over selves just wanting to get lost in the zoo. To just keep sweeping in this breeze of pure divinity.
it feels so surround&whole when i have nothing to say in attention.

& to just fall beside sleep,
because
always

life is like a cat,
and good heavens

you're beautiful when you don't have a promise

p.s world out there...

i turned around the corner in a crazy red truck
and created the loudest crashing universe of running down a dusty field of air, and dont worry everything is fine
i smashed it, and i spilled her wine all over my pretty flowering white skirt my father brought me from columbia. But that's not the story.

today was my first driving test by myself, and i crashed just a little bit.
I wasn't drinking, nor any moment of a taste. I was simply bringing her a glass of wine, and remembering the ways i drove cars in my dream.

im never so sure

but theres something in me

that recognizes that something of you

... is . sleeping in the other room

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today,
i found my father who is very well in the physical sense of everything.
More about this in a moment. thank you in the most blessed of ways for every prayer