I kissed you thru your motorcycle helmet our lips weren't touching but our hearts did all the work...
When you walked down stairs this morning, your skin glimmering in the morning light my dreams called me awake, and even though elephants could not wake me any other morning there was no dream more lovely than you as my first light of day...
it was yet another affirmation, my eyes open to your radiant form, and my angels all whispering exitedly: "yes, yes!" tickling my tummy and wiggling your nose.
my heart is full of love my mind is at ease and this day continues to remind me just how incredible this world is...
YOU remind me, how wonderful this life is with your spices and song stretches and yawn flinches and blintzes in the bright early dawn...
baby, baby! won't you! fix my car build me metal bridges into my dreamworld ride me off into the sunset on your kawasaki bike and remind me of how truely we are reflected when our eyes, hearts, and bodies meet like this...
tough, grounded, joyful and present, strong wings, clear eyes, and soft skin... one wonderful one together...
there's blue berry juice on my figers and I found a picture of you.
it's 3 in the morning and I'm driving up north tomorrow, but I'm still taking the time to savor the moment.
god hides in the most mysterious places sometimes, in the room under the stairs, turning it to enchanted dreamland from half a world away... hides in your golden eyes, and in the homeopathic dose of you that keeps catching my senses takes me wandering thru fields of flowers, and has me spontainiously writing poetry after months of not...
mysterious cause this time we're just begining.
"everyone you know, you've known before." that's what the buddha told me once.
I walk by myself in the city sometimes just to feel I am me. to feel myself moving thru the world, with nobody noticing...
I have confidence that I will be guided to just where I need to be, though, and that my heart will never lie to me.
so I keep taking chances and stretching my feathers a little farther and each time there is a reason...
I really like frozen bluebarries at 3am, and I like you too.
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1Love,
Cyphertown Production Team
Robin Goodfelllow Lotus Drops Shalonda Ingram Lukaijah Tarquino Alegria Sita Will Philp Knowa KnowOne Cynthia Blancaflour Benjamin Haffner Enelea Swett Raine Darling Trevor Hupt Caitlin Rose
last night I made love with a faerie... water nymph splashing her droplets of liquid joy and pouring the sweetest crystal nectar down my throat until I was so full that I was empty surrendured to the magic that lives inside and glistening with morning dew...
rising in love to the sparkling expanse of the starfilled sky... where we came from... and where we will return too...
and I've returned back from the most succulent starfields sitting in full lotus while tribal clans of bhodisatvahs circle in luminous frequencies like morphing celtic knotwork tied with intention with fingers who've survived torture yet love their enemies like their family for they know that in some life we all have been each others mother...
she flew in my window a seemingly random encounter which, upon hindsight, is rich in texture, meaning, and symbolism as we discover just how KINnected we were the whole time...
she beckoned me thru the bars on my guest house window out to look at the sky out to listen to the earth she wispered languages more familiar than any one I've ever heard and danced like fingertip nice nice cascading down my psyche like the refreshing ocean that she was made from...
it is nights like this that remind me...
it is nights like this that awaken the magic in my heart, the parts of us that often lay sleeping our whole lives, the parts that only come out when empowered by this thing we call "imagination" by living as this being we call "child" by these elements which are so easily dismissed in our "real world" but are so obviously REAL when we just close our eyes and FEEL kneel down to the earth and listen for the footsteps of giants for the spiders weaving whisper for the flutter of wings that so narrowly evade your eyesight until... wait... did you see that...?
last night she didn't hide from me and last night I didn't mock her with rational thought the kind that pushes invisibility like wind on a sand castle...
as this surrender becomes natural and as the elements reveal their personalities I smile because I know that not everything is as it seems and no matter how big the bombs or loud the advertisements or solid this concrete seems to be...
the worlds of magic are just behind the vail itching to be noticed and noted willing to be opened and focused and giving with potent devotion... because these anomalies we call humans do have some sort of unique spark we do hold a key hidden in each of our hearts that is necessary in the cosmic unfolding one more nitch in the key so that it fits when we all come together...
and so I wander into the himilayan foothills past the waterfalls and little baba caves... past the stone carvings that stand solumn with a gaze beyond ages past the icey peaks and valleys in order to sit with the snowlions in wonder and reason to fly with the dragons who wait so paciently for the kinship to be remembered and into the river where I found my lover flowing sweetly and deeply into my body as she invited me into her's...
if I never return to you again please know, that the world into which I've wondered is magnificent... and if you ever want to come all you have to do is close your eyes, and take my hand...
so beautiful... i actually have a tear in my eye... great work, not only the writing, but the loving...