Much love from Thailand, where pictures of the King can be found everywhere one turns. Sometimes he is shown nearly full-size in gold regalia, other times in business suit and tie, and sometimes relaxing in members only jacket and cowboy hat…the only thing he is not possessing is a smile. His mouth appears as a thin, straight line.

As also with most monks, this is a cultural sign of heightened privileged lineage or perhaps enlightenment that persists in Thailand. It is seen in most images of the Buddha - his smile is like the Mona Lisa, it could go either way, as in the world of non-attachment, take it or leave it.

After my first 10-day Vipassana silent retreat, the thing I missed most was laughter. We were encouraged to smile, as being silent tends to render humans as feeling personality challenged. Or perhaps it’s the lean look of contemplation while one’s mind spins in endless top-style, flinging out subconscious ego-gripped entertainment on its way to the cosmic compost.

Mind can’t help but wonder and categorize all strangeness of hidden patterns space deep in the brains’ cavernous folds.

A smile is a relief, an inspiration, a secret untelling, an invitation, a pass, a hello, or something transcending language barriers. I’ve read stories about people with facial nerve damages bearing complicated surgeries just to achieve a smile. For them, it is unthinkable to carry on without one. It seems counterintuitive to me that enlightened beings would not smile at having tossed the keys when realizing the door was open the entire time.

Glimpses of samadhi, concentration takes me for a ride on the galactic bliss coaster highway. Ten days of tears of all releasing of all kinds, until stillness invades, I became the hum. Physical discomfort revolved and relocated until unleashing my body’s freedom when there’s nothing left to work on except maintaining a smile.

Because it is all impermanent, except for change.

Earlier I overheard someone say ‘don’t be scared, and dare to be different.’ Smiling wide at this gorgeous rediculousness of a life, I’m feeling acutely fortunate and tingling with glittery gratitude.

It’s a wonder to me how there is still room for limited + biased information (or the passing of it) when there is direct access to various truths, proofs, and viewpoints. Speculation minus rational thought can be used for dumb/evil, as we plainly experience daily.

Is this a culture worth protecting and preserving?

Scorpio+lunar eclipse acts as deep soul healer shaking away the false. Snake spiraling shadow invested in becoming inner wisdom n soft subtle strength…a one seriously blessed badass!

The more we uncover, the more we realize we are each other, as a different (perhaps tasty or mustached) flavor of weird.

Can I get a meow?!!

I have sufficient cumulative proof now (thank you Lucidity Festival!!!) and all my Lover’s Nest circle, for the slow and sultry rhythm of our crafting is the

Culture cultivation
of a galactic activation
Present proactive application
Instead of subjugation
And nearly unavoidable fumigation
We exist to live our dreams
Awake

There is a relief now discussion has turned away from should-ing/faulting, to just…(fuckin) gettin’ in there n boogie shake wiggle slide shimmy, YES! I thank/love you! I’ve never been THIS turned on to be a human beam in service.

Bathe in the energies my lovers, for this is the pink moon rising, may its light reflect our fulfilled hearts to shiny abundant delight!

Sniff, sniff

something in the air, you ask?
a personal psychic shift
of tectonic proportions?

An idea too juicy that’s its getting
more attention than faking tameness
and normalcy

Locks also key
to free

Lots of fuckery
in our faces,
races, paces, and traces
back to throwing up hands
in divine revelry
skirting the edge of bliss

Give it up or away, let it go
submit to elegance
defeat the fighting just to fight
exhausted outlet
dripping like a leaky faucet

Tantric minions
They touch themselves,
And breathe deeply

(Isn’t that the biggest threat
of them all?)

Our work is exPANsive!

As the Universe deals it’s current hand, I laugh and consider my options- 1) what a human responsible is supposed to do? 2) or make attempt to dodge system, and obviously somehow coming out on the ‘top’ … the top of what exactly? It lends itself to mischief mind-stretch washing hands together thinking ‘what can I get away with?’

Slip n Dodge to the point of personal freedom of own unconventional self-made monster. I cannot’s are trading up for let’sseeaboutthis’s for a CHANGE. 

So I am a finger’s length to losing my condo in South Beach, and my only concern is for my amazing and clever sublet that she doesn’t get caught in the street because of my refusal to pay Chase swindlers.

For the past 3 years, I have been staying with friends + friends of friends, couchsurfing, sharing beds and floors, camping out in nature, and basically avoiding any sort of tie to a domesticity. There is no more heartfelt lesson of what abundance means when support is multi-level and surrounding me in this way on such a consistent basis.

I have unlimited gratitude for my tribe, supporting me on this weirdly guided phase of renunciate monk. Recently I have been operating on so little in this gradual process of being more portable that at this moment I feel stronger at the thought of losing this real estate - and all that is attached to it.

I mean, for me, it’s a way to see you all, hug you all, go deep with you all, explore, carve, and weave this new tapestry. I talk to so many of you I have an understanding and a reflection that this shit we are doing is WORKING!!

As long as we are here together for this amount of time, let’s go all out spider ninja monkey in this samadhi jungle, as if ecstatic life depended on it!

If you are wondering, the condo is up for short sale, cash buys, contact me if you are interested…south beach baby!!