Meditation at 2:46 am, July 27 2009

Feet nooked into crooks of unorganizable tradition,
with ins of the ocean blues and outs of the sky reds,
pointed by a south facing compass,
directed to a linear north,
we sat hovering over chakras,
breathing in the most particular of subconscious states,
we sent pulses back and forth through the triangular third eye,
in effect, pulsing our rigid and loose spines.

The beyond countless inorganic sand beads clogged our pours,
cleansing our skin;
And the ancient cliff condom canyoned out the cold of the breeze,
warming our flapping garments;
And the moon shone through our sleepily aware eyelids of screens,
animating our beings;
And the waves of little form, all integrity, lapped with our lungs,
releasing our irevrent tensions.
New things I thought,
and decided upon.
New things Leah heard, and then thought,
Remaining decidedly undecided.

Those incremental clicks of nostalgia ticked round and round and around,
glistening in the moonlit shadows,
beseeching that loss of conscious awareness.
I, restlessly calm, raking the true grass of the earth,
Leah, withdrawn in listening contemplation,
never to submit, always to insight;
Us, together, unattachable by non-connection,
sifting through spirit’s many unnecessary files,
doing away with the bad,
retaining and criticizing the good.

Bows were bent,
Quotes to marvel at,
were spewed forward;
Lines to be remembered, forgotten, fittingly rearranged
were then remembered;
Rants symbolically perfect in length and complexity,
were made images of purity,
Salutations to a vacant sun were made,
and,
Purpose of life was felt.

-Jared A Muscat (and Leah)

some quotes happened upon by the crew that week
“If it is remembered to be forgotten, it is correct it was not forgotten to be said.”
“It is impressive to perturb.”
“It is in moments of random spontaneity, that true brilliance is organized.”

cool people

so i have decided i would start putting up links to other people's cool blogs...or at the very least cooler than my own...
these are people i look to with great respect and draw upon for inspiration and advice, people i can't imagine having never known, and will most certainly work my best to always know...
to start is this pretty cool surfing/girl/mermaid who lives above me in my wonderful housing complex...she reads a lot of my poetry and gives me a lot of advice and surfs a shit ton better than i ever will...and better yet! she started a website trying to plain and simply spread the joy of being one of mother nature's most pure of girls...so without further ado here is the website:
http://themermaidchronicle.com/

September 15, 2009

Waking up to pee without being plugged in,

Wearing clothes no longer tied on to,

Walking with calves pumping no longer by battery,

Drinking a cup no longer self poured,

Making meal decisions because I am lazy,

Reconfiguring a map so belovedly excited for, freshman like,

Conversing mind purposefully backward and confused,

To love the complex neutrality,

like a two year old giggling,

or,

a teacher learning,

and a farmer snacking,

Not to mention the stubbed toe and its ecstasy.

The most pure of a high I will ever know.

To think with this I could write.

-jared a muscat

this poem i wrote my first night alone and with friends after having awoken from a near death nine day hospital brilliancy...many more will come to follow as my instinct and pen meet paper...thanks for the patience (not like you needed angst anywho) much love for all the support, it is what brought me through