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From Nothing, Something
That Hoodoo That You Do
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Created on 2003-01-29 10:27:45 (#877569), last updated 2009-12-14
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Basic Info| Name: | Groundless |
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| Birthdate: | 12-05 |
| Location: | Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States |
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groundless@comcast.net BioA knock on the door. A hand on the knob. The door opens, and a million doors open. And then a million more.
The mind melds into all possibilities--all realities. Nothing is fantasy. Dreams manifest in waking. The goblin on your shoulder is real, and you can hear its whispers. The skin on your bones is not yours, but the skin of eternity. It stretches for forever. It encompasses the vast sublime mechanisms of all worlds, of all times, of all Being.
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"Patience," my guide tells me. "Patience."
We are walking. We are walking. We walk.
Our landscape, now, is the desert. This, however, is inconsequential. We could be in swamp, forest, or plain. But we are here, where strange creatures live, mixtures of evolution that combine hard and soft, love and hate. You can read the outcome of mankind on the belly of a lizard. You can discern retribution on the edge between sky and land. You can hear the little deaths of a thousand souls shuffling between grains of sand.
I can't see our destination across the parched expanse. I listen to my guide. I walk, and I wait for the walking to end.
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"Two muddy shoes, far from home." -- Codeine, "Loss Leader"
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© Jan Marie Baca
The mind melds into all possibilities--all realities. Nothing is fantasy. Dreams manifest in waking. The goblin on your shoulder is real, and you can hear its whispers. The skin on your bones is not yours, but the skin of eternity. It stretches for forever. It encompasses the vast sublime mechanisms of all worlds, of all times, of all Being.
*************************************************
"Patience," my guide tells me. "Patience."
We are walking. We are walking. We walk.
Our landscape, now, is the desert. This, however, is inconsequential. We could be in swamp, forest, or plain. But we are here, where strange creatures live, mixtures of evolution that combine hard and soft, love and hate. You can read the outcome of mankind on the belly of a lizard. You can discern retribution on the edge between sky and land. You can hear the little deaths of a thousand souls shuffling between grains of sand.
I can't see our destination across the parched expanse. I listen to my guide. I walk, and I wait for the walking to end.
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"Two muddy shoes, far from home." -- Codeine, "Loss Leader"
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All Contents Under Copyright
© Jan Marie Baca
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books, cosmic tom-foolery, dreams, energy, firearms, growth, language, learning, legends, myths, numbers, philosophy, poetry, portents, reading, silence, spirituality, storms, synchronicity, traveling, union, writing
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William Allen High School - Allentown, PA (1987 - 1990)Syracuse University - Syracuse, NY (1990 - 1991)
University of New Mexico - Albuquerque - Albuquerque, NM (1997 - 2002)
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