watching the sun rise, not being tongue tied

in the sky arching sunrise into sunset forever overhead

are we just one cloud among the many

separate from one another under crystal shells of false metrics

the sharp digital edge of a storm system built up in our heads

now passing between us

or are we one step flowing into the next dance

one improvement growing into the next movement

an old body fading into the next chance  

rainy night into dawn bright

one breath into a new

 

amongst us humans that used to crowd these city streets

are we just one selfie among the many

frozen in frames that won’t let go

that loop like thoughts on hold

tripping out about one moment one day so long ago

or are we one human flowing into a new being

one life growing into a new living

an old face in the mirror facing a new beginning

sunlight into starlight

one breath into what’s next

thought lung #6 – flowing, knowing

when that thought sticks

when that cringe loops

when what was said, the hurt done, the mistake made gets

replayed replayed replayed

when the pain stays like, will it ever go away

the canisters of tear gas and flash bangs going off in your face

thought lungs, breathe thoughts

and in the space between thoughts

where the birds just sing and the freeway just whooshes

where the ac just hums and the stress just keeps pressing down

where what happened on that day in late may

just won’t go away

listen to the birds

singing

flowing

listen to the cars on the freeway

whooshing

flowing

listen to the ac, the fridge, the engine, the brakes, the traffic

humming, running, banging, screeching, honking

flowing

without fear, without attaching

feel your stress

pressing down

then going

without judging, without grasping

feel the tear gas burning, your anger growing

then changing

like one sound into the next

flowing

one thought into the next

flowing

and you breathe one breath in and out to the next

flowing

like one thought in and one thought out

flowing

letting come, letting go

breathing

knowing

it’s all passing through, why let it stay with you

it’s all passing through, you sure that thought makes you

so steady breathing, steady being

be free flowing thought flow

be thoughtful, be watchful

fully present, not tripping out

not caught on a doubt

at peace with now

so go

this air we breathing

cuz we are not selfie zombies not yet

no selfie sticks sprouting like cordyceps

from our eye balls not yet

our fuzzy mouths frozen down over cracked tv phone screens not yet

giving off spores of viral and pathogenic misinformation

not yet not yet

human being what you seeing

these words written during these days of

racism suffocating, poverty choking, and power tripping

keeping america, the united states of all of us

from breathing deeply and livin’ peaceful

all the while our pandemic raging

setting up a must win race for vaccine

oh yeah and what about the election coming

yet all the while this keeps on happening

 

the trees breathe in what we breathe out so

all the while we breathe in what the trees breathe out so

 

thought lungs, breathe thoughts, breathe dreams, believe

like the sunlight through the leaves, like the oxygen of dreams

 

time is now, meditation is how

when all is flow all is change

there’s no need being froze up over a frozen frame

the heart of love beats stronger than

our oh so human chase of any trend

 

thought lungs

breathe thoughts in, breathe thoughts out

pick thoughts up and put thoughts down

the practice is

we let one thought in when we let one thought out

without grasping, without attaching

 

bio breathing bio beings

bio systems breathe in bio rhythms

so bio rhythms breathe out bio systems

so human being if you still breathing

this air we breathing

nitrogen

oxygen

argon

carbon dioxide

neon

helium

methane

krypton

water vapor

but yeah there’s one more to add to this composition

thoughts our thoughts our thoughts

yet all the while this keeps on happening

 

the trees breathe in what we breathe out so

all the while we breathe in what the trees breathe out so

 

thought lungs, breathe thoughts, breathe dreams, believe

like the sunlight through the leaves, like the oxygen of dreams

 

time is now, meditation is how

when all is flow all is change

there’s no need putting ourselves in selfie cages

we are more than those shiny pixels, twitching and speechless

 

 thought lungs

breathe thoughts in, breathe thoughts out

pick thoughts up and put thoughts down

the practice is

we let one thought in when we let one thought out

without grasping, without attaching

 

bio breathing bio beings

bio systems breathe in bio rhythms

so bio rhythms breathe out bio systems

so human being if you still choking on this air

we

can’t

breathe

in

the knees of hatred, the prisons of racism

the stench of injustice, the clouds of tear gas

the viral spores of misinformation that float in

when we hurt and tripping

like is this really air we breathing

but yeah there’s one more to add to this composition

thoughts our thoughts our thoughts

yet all the while this keeps on happening

 

the trees breathe in what we breathe out so

all the while we breathe in what the trees breathe out so

 

thought lungs, breathe thoughts, breathe dreams, believe

like the sunlight through the leaves, like the oxygen of dreams

 

time is now, meditation is how

when all is flow all is change

to see how we’re all chokin’ on the hate the jealousy the pain

the moment we let go of it’s impossible, won’t work, never change

is when justice progress and peace will breathe in us again

 

thought lungs

breathe thoughts in, breathe thoughts out

pick thoughts up and put thoughts down

the practice is

we let one thought in when we let one thought out

without grasping, without attaching

the small patch of shared reality outlined in shadow behind the screen each of us now sees

all things that stay the same are the same things that gonna change

all faces frozen in frames are the same faces that gonna change

all the pain that hurts and stays is the same pain that goes away

 

 inside the selfie grave

all our needs are met

but there ain’t no

happiness

 

 time to improve on c’mon we on

level next

thought lungs, breathe thoughts

all is flow all is change

oh yeah lets surf these stormy days these crazy waves

not get sunk by frozen frames

 

all things that stay the same are the same things that gonna change

all places frozen in name are the same places that gonna change

all the pain that hurts and stays is the same pain that goes away

 

 inside the selfie cage

all beauty standards are screened

but there ain’t no   

baby, my scars made me

 

 time to improve on c’mon we on

level next

thought lungs, breathe thoughts

all is flow all is change

oh yeah let’s set our bodies free from our prisons of shame

not get stuck on rating a face

 

all things that stay the same are the same things that gonna change

all thoughts frozen in chains are the same thoughts that gonna change

all the pain that hurts and stays is the same pain that goes away

 

 inside the selfie maze

all hungers are fed

but there ain’t no   

thankfulness

 

 time to improve on c’mon we on

level next

thought lungs, breathe thoughts

oh yeah our souls are more than any hunger can take

let’s move on to where we give thanks

thirty eighth and chicago

at thirty eighth and chicago

just so you all know

it’s still closed to traffic, it’s still a crossroads

of speeches of dreams of piles of flowers of words to read

of all we need to believe that this never happens once more

our list is long our hearts are strong we not about to go

 

at thirty eighth and chicago

yeah it’s time that we all know

how racism a chokehold

it’s no jury it’s no trial it’s no lawyer

no ticket no arrest no parole

no friendly hello no how are you no tell me what’s wrong

just suspicion just discrimination just death

just a knee on the neck of george floyd

where one man can’t breathe

cuz the other man can’t let go

choked up on racist hatred long ago

 

thirty eighth and chicago

yeah it’s time that we all know

the corner stores, gas stations, apartments, and homes

where poverty’s pressures never on hold

that suffocating knee on the neck

of thriving humans, strong families, healthy communities

how no one sees that the poor in america are working full time

how the poor in america hold down two full time jobs  

how the wealthy’s welfare wages so low

yet they dare calling poor people lazy so

 

now the world is watching this story unfold

yeah so now it’s time that we all go

and keep marching keep speaking keep working keep pushing keep breathing

’til justice comes home

to thirty eighth and chicago

 

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for those who continue to march for justice

there’s a mural

mayor muriel bowser of washington d.c.

has painted down the newly named

Black Lives Matter Plz NW

in big yellow 45ft tall capital letters saying

BLACK LIVES MATTER

visible right down the center line of the white house

visible from satellites

 

got to keep this  thoughts  prayers  change  momentum going

’til justice is visible, audible, unmistakeable, unavoidable

from the oval office of the white house

’til justice is a living principle practiced and defended

by all of us for each one of us

 

fists

in the air

’til justice

is done

performance improvement notice

DATE: May 31, 2020

EMPLOYEE NAME:                  to the tyrants and your intelligence services

to law enforcement with extrajudicial behavior problems

to the billionaires with the wealth to buy immunity after years of criminal offenses

but never enough money to pay a living wage after your employee’s work years of successful shifts

to the leaders who can only lead half a country at a time

like a boss in name only

too busy selling red meat dogma drama soap opera

to notice if the outcome’s wrong or right

for the entire country, the blood, the lives, of all of us

to anyone who can’t handle someone else’s freedom

cuz people living freely makes your brains hurt

hello, this is us

the united states of america, the united states of consciousness, the united states of all of us

we’re the ones who witness the horrors being committed

and turn it in to a story of courage and survival

we’re the ones who hear the sounds of injustice being committed

and turn it into a music and a dance so strong you can’t control it

we’re the stomachs for what could not be digested

the muscles who lift what could not be lifted

we’re the ones who visualize a vision of what’s about to happen

before it happens

that godly magic that lets our blind eyes see how things really be

the things we refused to see

and in your royal(ty) courts

before your thrones of tv screens

when all we are is jesters in a paywall cage

we’ll put it so all of us can laugh

but you fail to find the page

 

we work the shifts

we grow the kids

we heal the wounds

we write the words

we voice the language

we populate the page

we craft the laws

we draw the lines

we play the music

we snap the pic

we film the scene

we dress the body

we carve the form

we design the space

we cook the taste

and fill the plates

we dance the sound

we paint the town

we tell the story

 

at any place at every moment

we’re humming like qubits in superposition

we’re finding the connections

between science and spirit, facts and feelings, materials and emotions, places and faces, laws and anarchies, histories and futures

and in the mental prisons of your personality algorithms

your attention / distraction control sets

when you insist on saying “yeah, and i pay the wage so what’s my name”

well, ok then, if you want it to be some dinky little personality game

when your faulty predictive modeling gives us so much as a particle of space to move

no matter how much power you grasp or how much wealth you hold

there’s one thing you’ll never escape

your portrait, your statue, your fate, your story

being told

and we’re the ones who tell it

 

we work the shifts

we grow the kids

we heal the wounds

we write the words

we voice the language

we populate the page

we draw the lines

we craft the laws

we play the music

we snap the pic

we film the scene

we dress the body

we carve the form

we design the space

we cook the taste

and fill the plates

we dance the sound

we paint the town

we tell the story

 

your story

as a poem still spoken or a joke long forgotten

as a face remembered with cheers or a name uttered with curses

as a life story we tell the kids to emulate or warn them to abandon

as a statue standing through a storm or a sandcastle in the waves

this is your performance improvement notice

choose wisely now

how you want your story to be told

 

social media dispatch – epilogue

EPILOGUEperformance improvement notice:

 

goal?

define: next level social media

we live our lives in a place beyond classical bit states, and love gives us answers beyond any logic gate. we are every bit of info volunteered in our social media profiles, and every bit of info left out of them, alive and humming in quantum superposition. cuz all is flow all is change. and if we humans are humming in a superposition of flow and change then maybe our social media platforms could and should reflect that, then maybe next level social media can and will create a truly social network, that goes beyond a non-existent self in a non-existent center, that recognizes that humans are alive in a quantum realm, in that each of us is entangled on multiple levels with other human beings, other living beings, other pasts and other futures, all humming together in superposition at the same time.

as the prophet siddhartha gautama showed us, we suffer when we attach to that which is delusion, when we identify with what does not exist, when we personalize what is impersonal. and yet all of us are personalizing and attaching and identifying with such things as selfies, and suffering all the more. not breathing, not seeing, that a selfie is just an arrangement of pixels on a screen, and the concept of “self” is merely and purely that – just a mental construct, a thought, a feeling, a sensation like all other sensations, like all other things in existence, flowing and changing, never an unchanging concrete particle or a grain frozen in a center point at some coordinate in space.

so next level social media will find a way beyond these bottlenecks. next level social media will move beyond a self-in-a-center, defined by a profile that is merely volunteered inputs, beyond classical bit states, and will faithfully reflect the quantum and entangled nature of human life. and it will be truly social for doing so.

my assertions here do not seek the end of social media. social media is here to stay, as a global presence, because it is a manifestation of the natural human urge to talk and to share. and to speak specifically about how to get to a next level social media, it is not necessary to reinvent the social media wheel. perhaps the small but incredibly important first step is to use the present architecture of social media, even with it’s self-in-center focus, to destroy confirmation bias, by getting users to connect to and share with other humans who are NOT of the same mind – the faces we never see, the voices we never hear, the other half of our shared reality. if there’s any one in our group of friends, perhaps they should be the face and the life of a stranger, who we have come to understand we are entangled to. and perhaps it is the job of social media to help us understand how we are entangled. we humans are beyond [ 0,1 ]. we are [ 00, 01, 10, 11 ], all together, in the same moment.

 

streaming screens beaming screams

flashing faces, marching flags, false mirrors, wrong reflections

identity hooked, hung up on looks

 

put our self in the center, our suffering enters

when there’s no self at the center, our suffering heals

 

breathe in breathe out

instead of suffocating, dropping out

be right here, be right now

why we tripping over, tripping out

 

beaming screens streaming memes

that seem to mean life a show, like show some booty, to win a penny, be happy emoji 

identity’s just looks, but yeah baby just look at who’s hooked

 

freeze our faces in selfie cages, our suffering rages

when there’s no self in the frame, our suffering fades

 

breathe in breathe out

instead of tripping over, tripping out

be right here, be right now

no choking, no checking out

 

a screen, a thing seen

a selfie, pixels

ego, the avatar

a profile, information in a formation

a thought, just a thought

thought lungs, breathe thoughts

think, without tripping

feel, without fearing

no need for the jealous rage

bust out of the selfie cage

social media dispatch III

DISPATCH IIIthe scout ant’s dispatch

 

sunday, may 24th 2020, about 7am, 63 F, getting cloudy

this is scout ant here, of camponotus pennsylvanicus persuasion to be precise

scoutin’ on the sandy, leafy, dank green, root run banks

of the northern mississippi river, here in minneapolis

hear you loud and clear

for example, when i searched for scout ant on google this morning

why was the very first search result in google’s results list

an advertisement for an exterminator service

?

above all the other results

like, you know, knowledge about us ants

that you all could learn about us

before executing us

excuse me, did you say something?

let this go down on the record

as another dispatch from another life form

being edited out of human knowledge

cuz when my brothers and my sisters try to find the right answer about me

your first search result returns the user / destroyer adversary model

which, thanks to your messed up ranking algorithms, your dinky little personality games, your demonstrably false fate to power ratios, your fraudulent AI models 

is the wrong answer, on the wrong side of history

see, we’re all better than this version 1 shit

next level here we come