Two a zero and the number Eleven

Wishing you all a poetic, sensual, sacred, blissful time tonite. This is a magical time. The first 12 days of every month are sacred. Fresh ideas come early, so get up with the sun. Be kind to yourselves. Establish good habits the first 2 weeks of January and you will see a change. Have a prosperous night, & a prosperous now.

(((Make love)))

Love to u bright souls, thank u Father for another day. ♥
(Art by Ethiopian artist Elema Boru)

Sisters in Haiti

After the Quake: Our Sisters in Haiti still need Survival Kits. Brothers and sisters, we need to ban together. Many of these kits can be assembled for under $20. Underwear, sanitary needs, dental supplies and hair combs. Love to you bright souls! ( For a closer look, (p)lease click on photo above).

Pina by Wim Wenders

what synchronicity. i just finished watching wender's "wings of desire," (one of my favorite film makers of all time), and after doing some research i had a serendipitous discovery / a wim wenders film about choreographer pina bausch (my favorite choreographer of all time). pina died the same week as michael jackson. wim and pina both have this way of creating pieces about life and submerging you into danse, poetry and reality. a delicate combination that can only be done by the chosen ones.
i'm inspired each time i see his films and each time i see her danse pieces. i dreamed of working with pina as a danser and collaborator.
he's compiled a piece, a new revolutionary danse film for Pina and about Pina for Berlin's film fest in 2011!

cleaned and burned

dried figs under my nails sacred water
consecrates rain that fill bottles
of ganges and nile river azure green
i bought a pyramid with a lantern last night
my stomach recognizes the whispers made by bile
love moves the dust in my mouth
spitting out incense and clay memories
queen Sheba's blood is under my nails
king Solomon's teeth are found in my palm

Morning haiku

Written 10/24/10
Imperishable love overflows in our cup - pray
blood orange light suffers none
trumpet sounds death has no fragrance -witness

Birthday Happy - Jean Michel Basquiat

Orange

haiku 8/12

pink reindeer orange sac € € €
tongue against white cotton tail
snow in my eyelashes wooden heart graffitti'd

(photo: the mall)