Surrender Tag

01 Dec / THE ORGAN


There’s no proof
only presence.
The moment we imagine
the staircase
There! Its destination is
our mirage.
An endless road in ceaseless canyons
There’s discomfort in the void.
Helplessness. And even
every act of violence there ever was.


And our efforts to put shine to
big black’s sweep
are as beautiful as they are futile
The efforts, I speak of!
Are as necessary as they are
As charmed stars, we create our own weight
by our light’s refusal.


impossibly now, there’s pressure
and clenched fists
What have I worked to fill?
What beginning and end have I sworn
by birth
to imagine?
Vibration, meet echo
Hue, see shade
Rest now.
There’s no proof. Only presence.


Point time’s formless finger to your heart
and collapse your hand to feel the beating
of the only organ
You are meant to play.


– Danny/TL&TW/December 1, 2015

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The next time I feel 
the weight of abandon
a vague and weary pointlessness
I’ll point my third eye to the sky
or the ground
It doesn’t matter.
So long as there’s that third force
to witness the clash of
heart and head,
spirit and form,
presence and aspiration,
The sacred vows we made to
TWO planes, Universe and Earth.

You know
your ego would never permit such a contradiction
For its bounds know no paradox
What a dipshit, that ego.
It can’t even see the beauty in art
And yet we let it decide what
we eat for breakfast
and how we pass our lives

So laugh and let it pass.
There’s freedom in the brand of permission
That is only felt by surrender
Only then will both the sky and ground open
to where
There’s a deep fucking belonging dance floor.

– Danny/TL&TW/November 21, 2015

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