dear waterheart--

life.
is.
zelda,
so light up your dreams. 

remove your cap on yourself.
love your bliss into being.

the void that you feel
is the void that YOU fill;
just ask,
and you shall receive

some sides of you may scoff
that you 
insist on wearing rose-tinted lenses

but you are, 
after all, 
a rose

...
the dreamers of before
cheer you on even more
cuz you're the angel
left standing
with a body

to
bring it 
to this floor

so fucking bring it,
dear waterheart,
this flow don't stop till you pop
so dream bigger
dream fatter
just dream

plant me by my hair
into the soil of this non-physical bliss,
making material
the mighty sans-definition
that the all that is 
is,

expressed unique as the sacred cell of ja's body that you are,
shooting stars, above, below
catch a tiger by the toe,
do-si-do with all the enlightened in the know,
imploding time; divine freak show

haven't the faintest how high we can go,
but i'll gladly keep heightenin as i feel its flow

your potential's so good n'plenty, sister betty, brother stu
and samson and randi
and mandee to the rescue!
jcpenney and atari
ride your sparkley ducati
right off the road
to see the mastery of the gold unfold,

don't sweat the roadkill;
keep your eyes on the prize, on your joys,
dearest platinum girls and boys

quiet time's served you well; i can see them installing your halo

plugged in, win-win
take a step back
to observe this painting we're all in.
the paint never dries
and everyone wants to plant their eyes
on its splendor.

sure, some slumbering gods may unconsciously wish to return it to sender,
but when their mortal flesh is enmeshed in compost,
they'll see they were part
of the most amazing piece of art
that oozed opera and farts

this work is so eternally off the charts;
you can witness the passion pour onto the studio floor
like bleeding hearts

finesse and bless;
experts in the mess of a lifetime
forever young, 
some legally blind, attaching to mantras of "survive" and "get by"

but haven't i said
now's about time
for the
thrive
or die?

i can see the potentials on your skin

you twitch and short-circuit,
sizzling your walls off

how these streams quicken

starving your beasts;
the ache of joy

light upgrades
and implants;
swollen heavens
and swollen members,

pulsating passions,
spinning the core

sorting the primitive out;
galactic citizen

lead it all
to the gold,
pioneering new ages

it's a hall of reverb
and you're a listenin  dixie

turn down the noise
to turn up your light

let's start lengthening
one anothers spines

cuz clearly,
we're a bounty of divines
and forgot all this time

so
your story?
let's drop

cuz what is
is what's hot

we create to serve
but can't do it as fine
till we turn down the noise
and remember our shine

from one we come

from the hive
to the self
to the choice

to keep keepin it separate
or
uniquely unite

the density of choice
the finding of the voice

from survival mentality
to the optional bounty

once you're aware
catch the snowball, where
it lays
on this day,
'fore it rolls away
and furthers
its heavy

decisions a'plenty

love what is
or don't;
keep it mammal
or go

to new heights
out of site

there is no wrong way
just direct
or roundabout

begins
and ends
with your say

light eats light
and the whispers take flight;

flutter through
as they do
through the canals
of your terra suit

pleasantly trapped
in your friendly flesh,
they aid you
to streamline
what resonates

to deepen
your ocean
departing from "norm"
reality
in motion

forgeting things like mcdonalds and celebrity even exist
because you're out living life
and time's slipped from your wrist

see, you are the shovel
of skinmeat and bone
made to love and remember
what you are, what you own

in the ground there
lies the truth
you've been waiting for

you
my brother
are
co-Creator

you dig it?
then
get digging.

if you get it
then spread it

light eats light
to intensify the bright

as the whispers 
roll your train along

split your cheeks
and show your heartbeat
through exposed teeth

eyes meet
so frequently
but now's the time
to make each meeting count

i watch me watch me watch it
sans watches,
and i watch you watch
which makes me watch, too;

perhaps my watching
is just as infectious as the watching you do,
encouraging one another to watch
the tiniest of the beauties
in this big, crazy party.

a core
teaches a crust
that goes boxless
with each yes

to hear
is
to serve

i've been dreaming of this moment