We are bags of bone, blood, and bacteria.
Propelled and compelled by passions, programs, and periphera.
Guided and misguided by dogma, karma, and criteria.
Are We Not Men?!
Good God. Mad God.
Good dog. Bad dog.
Bow to the Wow!
What’s all this, then?!
Went for a bicycle ride through my childhood neighborhood.
Time and place merge with each rotation of the wheels.
Wheels of fortune and misfortune, of discovery and passage.
Fingers stained purple from the old mulberry tree by the graveyard.
Still fruitful after all these years.
Some berries sweet and juicy, some bitter, like memories.
So I return and reach for more.
Through the barbed wire, through the graveyard.
Return to Forever…
Continuing the exploration of Chariot cards from the decks in my collection, the following cards depict the transformative vehicles that the Charioteers harness as they challenge and transcend the boundaries of being.
I like to dream, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here
Well, you don’t know what we can find
Why don’t you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don’t know what we can see
Why don’t you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
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