Drifting over Mt. Hood at midnight...clouds hovering in the vast expanse. Gentle rain. My cedar flute swirling MY love song, knee on the wheel, peaceful. Star-guided journey. Bed. Levity. Sleep, like a cloud. Buoyant in the moonlight. Home. Om.
posted by jasper hawkins at 12:18 AM

Feeling oddly, deliciously intoxicated after having shared an evening in the presence of a new-old friend. Fact: The number 8 is most definitely a brown number. I shared something, discovered this fact of myself which I have not ever expressed. Living outside of my costume, hovering just near by. Fingers wrapped around, moved on the strings of his guitar. very gentle. very sexy. If I were a guitar, I would hope to be held with that same comfortable, confident embrace. Just resting there, in the warm lap of someone waiting, wanting to hear my song. A soft quiet music, swirling in the water. Warm. In the warmest place.
posted by jasper hawkins at 12:57 AM

Today is my sister's birthday. I get to share my life with my amazing son. It's his birthday in 2 days. I remember seeing his face for the very first time. I had a small success today. I managed to get my form to work. I said prayers...bodhisattva path. Heard Michael Stipe's voice, my heart cried because it is so beautiful. I think of my far off friends and wonder what each of them might be doing...thinking. In and out of another day. My mom thinks I'm cool. I want to be a rock star.
posted by jasper hawkins at 9:49 PM

in the tepee i listened i felt i saw bigger than one might imagine the space of faces of voices, the air. joshua tree my birthday under the stars loving my breath and my new hand-made shoes and the friend across the space of time and all knowing. millions of years ago. boulders the size of ego. walked upon the air. played the drum. in the silence. and the children ran the show. chica van de cheeta. woman of the sun. different. and then she slept. and there were stars. billions. miles away from home. they spoke of the mystery and the many more to come. quiet.
posted by jasper hawkins at 11:03 PM

i slept, alone, dreaming of a sky raining daisies. white gerbera daisies, falling down on me. i used to dream of raining feathers. soft swirling kisses of tangerine and sea.
posted by jasper hawkins at 7:22 PM