Laughing at How Ridiculous All This is Starting to Seem

by AnimaLaughter

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released April 29, 2015




AnimaLaughter Worcester, Massachusetts

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Track Name: Forms for Introspection
Today I was born in the light of the morning sun
And since then I’ve been possessed by a seedling named Sol
The heat became a comfort, as I sensed myself out of unconsciousness
That distant fire a reminder of the life debt we owe.

The thousand faced one watches while we scurry to and fro
Forgetting the magic of the moment, wander lost, ignoring the things we used to know.

This soul/soil is sacred, who said we?

Old toad once told a parable about the powers of the dark,
“to presume such a great notion dampens the spirits of thought” Small Gods!
“As the tides and rivers flow, our elastic energy follows
or as shellfish in the bay we never long stay.”
“As currents carry us away!”
“The world presents itself in light and shadow
creating precepts we know to take us closer to understanding the unknown
As the sun and moon helplessly are sacrificed to the night sky
We must accept our fated deaths, and fade away like sunsets
As moonlight burns away all that is left!

Not too long ago a dragonfly came by with a story of
How she was evicted from her home amongst the catnip and the reeds
A desperate plea in the form of a solemn soliloquy

She’d given up on everything even her own mind
And sought a particular sort of light that was keeping her alive,
but as best I tried to help I couldn’t possibly quell her fears
for resolution only resounds when you listen to Forgiveness.

Sensing present danger I carefully continued on
“Sometimes these things take hold making it hard to feel the heart
but it’s light and dark together you see, that makes all things visible
generating the dynamic forms for introspection.
(Never heard or seen before)
But you’ve seen it all before!

You know its your own imagining and can become your own shaman

Sensing the play between two worlds you can awaken animism.
Where there is space for shade and fire
As you falter back and forth across that threshold
Sometimes you can only forgive and let go,
Carried away by the solar winds.
As dawn and dusk show us all there is will be and cease into eternity.
Becoming once again fire, water, earth spirit and air. Mountain, thunder, lake and heaven.

Track Name: Don't Look Directly into the Tofu
Your flavors pulsate through every single sound
And silence signifying the circle come back round
In the whispering breeze you send whistling through space
I gracefully come back to you meekly and awake.

And when snow’s upon the road, in tire tracks I see
A grey light issuing forth to burn me with memory
Mesmerized by glowing ice, enchanted I stop and sing
In 64-bit code I recall a tongue you taught to me.

Burdenbound I am free to contemplate the Great Ones
imagine belief.
In totems conscripted to this tragic fantasy.
I’m thinking of you always for telling me of the invisible
You bore witness to on the precipices of eternity.
Dreaming of distant vistas you told me, its all untrue.
And now I’m simply laughing cause I luv you.
Track Name: The Last Best Day of My Life (World Song)
I want to be like the ravens, like the spider, like the moth.
Feel the pulse made manifest, by tremors of the heart.
Drifting helplessly in motion, spinning with the gyre.
As still the turtle moves through this dreamtime.

They are saying, Tanuki, Fox, and Coyote
Formulated a plan for the ‘coming end of days’
For they, could hear the Future now
Sung by the Panoramic Voice cantilating without making any sound
They simply disengaged, from the suicidal pact man was crafting
With his gods; a delusional self-sacrifice determined by masterminds
Intoxicated, and quite fed up with Mother Nature’s laws.

And so with the help of Leaver peoples
And those who know Amitabha,
They believed in an unimaginable power buried within their tiny hearts.
Possibly by taking faith in their insignificance they could reclaim the groves
Where they once lived.

And they are saying, the story was sung all throughout the wood
Till every hare, moose, and marsupial had rallied to the cause,
Then Badger stood up before them with Weasel and Raccoon and
Led the fateful charge known as the ‘final coup.’
A buzzing filled the sky, as warriors chanted their battle cries.
Trillions of cicada, crickets, bees and butterflies
A locust storm one thousand kilometers wide
Rained down upon a gridded land, homogenized.
They sabotaged the machines of men leaving him helpless without his tools.

And then there was much rejoicing, for the surviving folk
Who relished the fact that all who came and died before
Had fallen for them. And so goes the tale of the Artificial Ape,
The immortal human, homo sapiens.
Track Name: Tat Tvam Asi
I am swamped by all of this wet snow
Making mangroves in a climate where neuron soils grow
Planted underground far beyond all boundaries,
Where light dismantles itself.

In this bog of twisted roots, like a web of mycelium
We sense that there’s no separation between the perceived and the Self.
“In this place is where you know, who in fact you are- and believe it or not
(she added) Tat tvam asi- Thou Art That, and so am I; that is me.” Tat tvam asi.

These trees that hold those birds can’t really be so far away,
when storms summon murder perched to contemplate.
But scheming not these charcoal flocks merely talk about the weather.
Igniting the sky they take flight, creating textures in the parchment.
A flap of wings, a small splendid thing; terrific in its oscillation.

Colorless matter, confounded light.
Destined to dissolve yet sparking throughout the night.
Forever speaking in shattered tongues
Spinning sound bytes into speech.
Tat tvam asi- Namu Amida Butsu
Txet Noc Repus, Poesis, Memeplex.
Track Name: Go Away, I Don't Believe in You
I wonder how all our worlds look from the inside.
“Where do old birds go to die?
Why don’t dead ones fall like stones from the sky?”

I’m quite amazed as I sit by the riverside
Just beyond that mossy gilded gate lying
On a naked shoulder by the water Marching Memory
Before my unfitting seawater eyes, I can’t near describe the image
As reflected rhetorically, in ripples of perfection,
Submerging- they splash all over me!

Made visible I’m broken down to efflorescent light beams
My being shrunk to nothing, effortlessly- consumed
Subsumed by Anokhi spirits I am obligated
to split my mind apart, sense the choices in between
thought and action, acting powers like those still existing behind
that scripted set of scenes.

It’s probably impossible once you’ve been exposed to just let go
And allow the things you now know to return, we must unlearn
And remember ‘dragon lines’ and constellations might be more than
Fitted disorder in the sky or fabricated by the Mind, or as
Dreamt up by Morpheus who was eager for
A trap to capture blissful rapture of the ancient onces.

An artifice- curious to be. Bemused by itself.
And what if all you’ve ever known, you didn’t?
And the whole world that you’ve felt couldn’t be any less unreal.
Cause in this moment now,
I’m quite positive I never had existed.