Alan Watts and Jorge Borges sitting in a tree K.I.S.S.I.N.G

Emporium at Emporium Show

Amongst the Willow Tree Hollor

Let us cloud amongst the movement of passing.
Let us reward the notes that sing in our ear.
Let us daily cross and sanguine all doubt.
Amongst the Willow tree hollor.

Let the time we have be noise and thunder.
Let the eagle turn and arouse the weather.
Let triumph and glory be the stones of our path.
Amongst the Willow tree hollor.

Let combustion and word be a candle.
Let outward texture be a claim to the eye.
Let moments of joy be our vice.
Amongst the Willow tree hollor.

Let silkworm and silk be a match for our ails.
Let our light be alive with vibration.
Let turqouise and growth be our future.
Amongst the Willow tree hollor.

Let dales and fleet glimpses of sunshine leap out.
Let winds and soil and leaves be our thirst.
Let carelessness not hinder.
Amongst the Willow tree hollor.

http://creaturemag.com/friendship/part3/

Rings within stone flow and form mountaintops.
Minerals leading, following a pathway yet discovered
bloom as nightime falls
leading in new directions.

the wind is a silence, an answer,
the answer solitude seeks
and from which pure release
is offered.

reflected in the movement of waves
a dress made within the arms of sunshine
weaved in soft breathing, in light
where an awakening, a discovery
awaits us all and in which we believe.

and in dreams, in the fall of water
tricklings outside our experience,
where speaking its name, leads to a loss
of memory, we live.

the blade it rises each morning
and settles
the yearning in my stomach,
for adventure.

ummm. holy fucking shit.

http://www.michaelpaulyoung.com/

The poster we're getting printed for the first exhibition me and mike are doing at windows 204 about our slides called 'Endless Summer'.

Urban Art Safari

wee collage i did tonight. tim x