Mani-Fiesta-Oh!

My heart took over from 
the Staid Old Dude
and showed the way
beating exuberance
and wildness
and no confines.

The S.O.D. died and
exuberant wild openness 
was born.

"I ain't gonna work on
Maggie's farm no more."

Time to shift gears.
No. To throw away all gears.

What does this mean?
No meaning at all.
Meaning is Maggie's Farm.

Resilient rhythmic resurrection.

Meat Heart

What is Heart anyway? Are we not cosmic creative energy "stepped down" into the wonderment of the physics of meat? 

I have been called a meat head before with evocations of laughter all around. I will add to that. Not only am I a meat head but a meat heart. 

My meat heart yelled at me and would not stop yelling. The docs went in there and calmed it down. They used meat techniques to calm my meat heart: cuttings and machine insertion and long term (life long?) medication. 

So far, so good. But what of my cosmic creative energy Heart? They never dealt with that or spoke of it. Not their job. Meat mechanics. Good people with good skills but meat focused.

The Cosmo Heart I must deal with myself. Or rather, continue to become Its Energetic Flow. It's the one that is going to win out in the long run anyway. 

Interflow. 

Each of us has our own Interflow path. I don't want yours. I love the one continuously opening for me. 

I do believe this though. The cosmic creative energy that breathes us, that breathed life into us when we were born, will receive our last outbreath when this meat ticker stop ticking and this machine they stuck in me stops recording data for my meat doc.

My meat heart is my sweetheart but not my Sweet Heart.