Wanna take a fucking walkie poo through the desert with me?
You’re free to come and go.
A place so silent you can hear your heart,
Enjoy the fucking show.
Isn’t it weird this tiny glass square?
This portal into another place.
High desert solitude there in your hand,
Oh look, its my fucking face.
This was a moment I was alone,
I was present right fucking there.
We are temporally connected between this glass.
We’re both looking down to stare.
No people, no tribe, It’s a fucking vibe,
no hurricanes, earthquakes or floods.
You and me and a desert soliloquy
on sand soaked with ancient blood.
Well looky there aint that neat?
You can see my fucking feet.
Crunch, crunch look at all that rock.
Can you tell I’m kinda tall?
Are you waiting for me to fall?
If I pan too far down you’ll see my, C…
You thought I was gonna say cock didn’t you?
I totally was
What I’m conveying to you-
There’s only 1 thing that’s true.
It’s not this place or even where you stand.
Shitcan the lies you’ve bought,
You are awareness behind thought,
If you want to know dont ask- demand.
Life gets fucking loud,
enjoy this fluffy cloud.
The sky is that blue emptiness behind.
Thoughts are clouds in your head.
Lean back into emptiness instead.
A wakeful sky is the nature of mind.
Got no power lines aint no trash,
no shit to buy, put away your cash.
This is a chance to chill the fuck out.
How often are you alone?
Not staring at your phone?
Be a thundercloud look up and shout.
This is a walk with a bit of talk.
It’s not for revenue or views.
It’s a gift that many won’t receive.
Addicted to thinking and screens blinking.
Anxious brown eye fucking winking.
Reality is not what you believe.
Would you walk alone if you could?
Hunting petrified wood?
Or simply chasing an animal’s track?
Would you climb a forgotten hill?
Jettison your bullshit so emptiness could fill?
Or are you a desert rat hiding in a crack?
We grow barbs which is to say,
We wanna keep everything away.
To protect our tender flesh and mind.
Pushing or pulling is not how.
You embrace right fucking now.
Let shit be what it is, I’m here to remind.
Here’s a little fucking hint,
let your eye get a glint,
the cosmos is watching a movie- you are its phone.
It’s not about what you accrue.
One dreamer dreaming itself as you.
Feel existence within your flesh and bone.
I mean literally, you don’t need to think.
Feel yourself in the parts that are pink.
Let thoughts be of breathing, but feel life inside.
Look at this shit all around.
Every particle, every sound
is emptiness seated in form taking a ride.
You see, the technique is about diffusing.
There are no grand landmarks here to be confusing.
Which means you notice all the shit right now and here.
The same is true within you.
Give your thoughts something else to do.
Breathe and exist and take a break from all that fear.
Well, we’re at minute 3.
Oh golly oh fucking gee.
If I keep going, not many will stay.
But fuck it, this is for you.
And all I wanna do,
is to offer a bit of peace into your day.
See here’s my little trick-
the algorithm can eat a dick.
I create from emptiness and the tingle in my gut.
I offer this with love, I’m not getting rich.
If this was my job it’d be a bitch.
I just want you to feel and once in a while say “what!?”
I will now be silent so you can tread.
Let my words fade from your head.
If that sounds boring, end it now if you want.
The peace is not in your screen,
It’s within you, you know what I mean?
Take it with you, be kind and don’t be a C…
You thought I was gonna say the C word didn’t you?
I would never.
(I totally would)
Alright the rest of this is just for you, do what you’re gonna do,
enjoy the fucking desert- toodaloo
(C yoU Next Tuesday)
