THE DOG MA & BLISS

                                                      HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

the dog

                      ma

                

and bliss

today i made mom's brownies

  with her overseeing me in my kitchen

(she is just not able to stir like she once could -

yet in other ways, she still can...and does )

god bless her

&

to "sir-prize" my other love, i made him

an apple short cake like the one his mother made.

(found in an old tasmanian recipe collection)

what bliss to have the sweets

of our loved mothers

shared

between us all.

for this reason alone

i am not unhappy that i will still be here in the US

for however long it is, & to feel so blessed to be in this trinity

of bliss

(and including ram dass, where four art Thou , Being of Love :

 the american dream : mom, apple pie, and being in the country!)

NOW HERE THIS : THE CRY OF UNCLE SAM

oh

( bam !)

ahhh - man ,

by god  thIS IS  to US

now something so becoming

of the divine THOUght of the fair,"oh!"

with this just being released,  i'd be

so "sir prized" to find a treasure

greater than this to be

un-earthed in all

that i have

so far

released

this ho-Mo ses:

"let my people go...and be fabulous!"

go

know

no matter that

this might ironically put

off the exodus of bliss brothers  

to "the promised land"...it will be just   

for a time, for we be a' coming - as soon as we can, mate!

love you got

(me blown away!)

DID THE PRESIDENT READ YESTERDAY'S ENTRY?

thank you jesus!

and to all the others who are now one

with "what part of Love dont you understand?"

love you got

IN THE MIDDLE OF IT ALL...

i

have

started a new

photography book

about being a cloud farmer in tasmania.

it  is

keeping me

grounded while i am now

entertaining profoundly "shall i stay or shall i go"

until that uncle tom obama will finally make up his mind

for the US that marriage and immigration equality is a right

- not a "maybe" to the left, and definitely not a "no"- trusting the time is right!

love you got

NOW WHAT? AM I TODO?

glenda (da, the good witch)  do you mean,  that

 i have followed the yellow brick path

in reaity all this way to Oz 

(and survived the flying

monkeys) just

to find 

this

?

alas 

what am i

to do now other than

wait here for the next space shift

to come and put me back into a context

of glyphs where i will understand beyond the maya - Bliss

love you got

OZ IS JUST OZ AFTER ALL

some wear over the rainbow POOF!s

 and some never see the spectacles

coming because they are blinded by delight.

the bliss brothers missed the10th mural fest in sheffield this year -

and the loving word  from down under has it that we were missed by all as well.

there is not a day that happens when we are not feeling like we want to be there now ;

however, there is so much to put into order before it all will manifest for the highest good of all.

this last weekend i packed up all my gods and goddesss, and a few (count again!) of my art treasures.

in Truth the real releasing comes from within and i am feeling i am now getting a handle on that

- not only of letting go of our beloved zendo dada but of  my body being physically here!

as the quickening is happening...non-stop it seems,  i am reminded to tune in

for above all, "there is no place like OM"!

love you got

TIM TAM - NUKAH

                                                         i am waiting on a miracle!

i am just about down to my last Tim Tam... i go into withdrawal just thinking about it!...didnt think i'd ever become addicted to a sweet thing (other than my love) - but god , i have!
i ration myself just one of these crunchy chocolate coated cookies ( ok, i confess, sometimes maybe even two! ) every weekend morning  at the zendo dada while i am writing poetry and drinking my cup of espresso ... before the sun and the  boys get up! (besides indulging in a tub, espresso and chocolate muse (v.)  me ...i lose consciousness, and let them take over - i guess in a way, i am a "walk-in" for speed (within the legal limits, that is)! just one cup of espresso, but for the Tim-Tams...as my grand mother would say " so who's counting?" {if you ration you count...theres nothing more to rationalize, granny}!
if just surrendering "stuff" ( the way i do myself to these muses) would come as easy, i'd be in OZ now, and not sitting here writing in my studio in the middle of hell's kitchen, waiting on a rainbow!
last year at this time i came home from Oz ( for the last time hopefully, since it's soon to become home...)with such a stash of Tim Tams...along with cherry ripes, and a few violet crumbles... however its the pollywaffles that i miss the most...since go know, they stopped making them - BIG MISTAKE, guys! ( i even went into every tiny country town as we were tooling around down under Down Under, drooling in hopes that there still might be a few old ones that had dropped un-noticed behind the rest of the candy on the shelf ! when they stopped making candy fags, i got upset, but i'll take a pollywaffle over a fag, any day!)
i do a more or less controlled portion of chocolate chips each day after lunch...good for the heart, you know...and when available, roz's brownies do the fix ( they are to die for! mom in fact has left her recipe for them in her will  to me...) but that's just on weekend's, again!
so my lot was gone ( just like mrs. lot was, after she turned around to see sodom with her fags going up in smoke) until "Wags" came to visit her sister Fran here in the fall, and she delivered! like the way i pack with costumes and props, she packed with T-T s ( my "POOF!" glasses and the green bag are almost always with me - like the holy ghost is with jesus- just never know when that photo op will arise ! like when i had my "POOF!"s on, pretending to be a real founding Ozzie, mounting the sheep sculpture behind the national museum ...only to find out later what a spectacle i had put on, for go know,that the mirror-ed wall could be seen through from the other side of the cafeteria...  got a standing ovation, i did, when i entered !) they just go so fast, no matter the rationing...however just this week, Fran and Wags' mum and dad , Judy and Geoff, came for a visit and bless them , without even having to ask, they informed me before their departure, the Tim Tams had been packed! now when these go, what will i do?
so i am praying for a miracle...maybe a big enough one that i can get a holiday out of it... like Chanukah or something...you know,  the one the jews came up with to counter christmas. ("you get gifts on eight nights, and the poor christians kids get presents just on one day;  arent you lucky, we jews didnt fall for that messiah - wanna- be?")
who knows if it ever really happened ( the virgin birth, and chanukah for that matter!) but miracles are nice things to believe in...hold the presents, just give me Tim -Tams! so this is the thing...when i get down to my last one (and this will be happening soon!) a miracle happens like there is enough to last for eight days, like the found oil...but in my case, they last until the next visitors from Oz come and deliver - either that or find me a geni in a lamp, and i'll be his rubber forever - like a lad in desires! i'll call it Tim-Tam nukah!!
i am going to write a prayer to this effect and send it to my cousin in jersalem to stick in the wailing wall :
"dear god, i will give up the celebrating of your better half - the goddess- if you see to it that my pantry has a never ending supply of Tim-Tams, like manna, until i get to the promised land...not Israel, you silly, Tasmania!"
so here goes the letter to the Law....and in the mean time, i will also send this out to all my friends down under (as above) to let them know unless i get the goods from them or some other divine visitors, i might have to stop dancing naked around may poles and riding on broom sticks for pleasure.

love you got