Dream Composting

Fred LaMotte

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Bernadette Brady, ‘Brady’s Book of Fixed Stars’ 

music medicine for my little inner child

so touching!

‘take note, there’s still a hole in your heart.’

<3 <3 <3 generationals

yo this is crazy

Daniel Pinchbeck, ‘Averting Apocalypse’ http://realitysandwich.com/322072/averting-apocalypse/

(you should check out the whole song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRSkmfwJxHU)

writing about chiron, the wounded healer, today.

Are you afraid to have someone believe in you? Can you commit to your ideals? Even if you think nothing of it Are you willing to allow others to think the world of it? And of you? Pedagogue of young gods All slavery ever does is free you All anyone ever does is an example All power is as collective energy To abuse the privilege is to sell your soul And that is to rent with the illusion of owning We are the landlords If you misunderstand us you're dead and deserve your demise Your dominion is your overthrow The controllers are controlled Spread the word: It will save you and depends on you to be understood There is no school bell, only nursery Our heroes reward us with stars Ever-still, ever-moving We sing to ourselves in our cars Music is our sanctuary Anywhere you put it it's ours Our living voice Our living testament We dream aloud We scream and shout Our courage will defeat them Our struggle will unite us Our wisdom is ourselves Our resources our own Our blood ocean Our skin oil We are mountain and waterfall They cannot contain us Their prisons will not restrain us Their customs will not un-name us We are what they know in their hearts You guessed it You knew that You felt it You tried to doubt it Denied it But you knew it Ain't nobody had to tell you We had them from the start A world apart, a world within Ancient and luminous The before before and the hereafter We are the essence of laughter The comforting prayer And the gatekeepers And the street-sweepers A mountain of ports outside of a city of dreams A bird that prays, yet offers its wingspan to the wind Things are not as they seem We hover above while giving the appearance of scurrying below All is as it should be We are more than we know More than we hoped and dreamed A generation of generators A power source and supply The better we learn to live The better we learn to die Old as anything Old as everything We are participants in a ritual Older than our collective memory A marriage of heart and mind Secular and divine All is as it should be Slavery carefully bred us No child of Greece or Rome can behead us We are ahead of our time Slavery was simply a state of mind Hip-hop reminded us of confidence Overcoming now is simply common sense You deserve the ice and the riches of Solomon But don't let warped values turn you into hollow men Education is the only thing given that cannot be taken Learn to think for yourself Analyze the forsaken Pimp your fears Surrender to love Dance all night when you need to Play this song for a thug Let 'em know ain't no judgment We all hustle and grind Any system against us is against the divine But there's no sense of glory in repenting And repeating Their mistakes You have a greater calling Answering it is all it takes Take a second to hear this And go back about your day Know that laws don't govern us We're governed by what we say What we think, why we think it, how we handle Place no blame, point no fingers, take your aim Shoot to kill

new broken social scene!! 

killing me softly and slowly this hot and hurried afternoon.

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNQtWzV2fe4)