WHEN THE EMPTY BOWL BREAKS AGAIN

                                                                        

                    Hi, How are You?  I am highly adequate, and functioning within manufacturers specifications.

                        Updater: Shout out to Singapore & Hong Kong 

                    The last year of 2024 saw over 10,000 pageviews from Singapore, and 6,000 readers from Hong Kong. My book blog "XENOPHILE" is a treatise on loving all people, including our variations. But between the lines is a document on Split Bias Marketing. Nothing sells like being hated for belonging to a exclusive out group. 

Boutique Parapsychology, and Alternative Medicine are perfect examples of elite targeted marketing. No one gets that I'm selling meaningful statistical profiling meshed perfectly with online cultures of trivial escapism. After the web was banned in Russia, (My only readers for the first several years) Asian Pacific readers started seeing the diplomatically safe message of tactful discretion. (Mom once said, "Snoopy people are the bane of the world and peoples concerns are for themselves only.")  Esoteric traditions may seem arcane, but they are subject to precise analysis.

Prayers to a dead medium, Your Art speaks to me whether I want it to or not. What kind of books and letters did I leave myself for the future? Can I catch up again?

What? Too Much Information? The verity of every life is one.

Everyone's story is thread unwound under the eye of the universe. May my heart still love when the losses of living grace my shadowed soul.

And when the empty bowl breaks again, I'll remember.

                         Moonshine across my eyes, like gravity forgiving sins.

                         Wash me away, sing to me in sleep.

                         Warm mists rise from waters peaceful stars,

                         And dream of shadows release.

Dawn waits in mists of new beginnings: Oracle Bones Dance

 

          Oracle bones down in my toes,    Watch your fingers hold the pose.

          Parents stirring in the earth,    Turn us into winters birth.

          Dirt is changing earth to life,     Adding now a pinch of strife.

          Mix together as we join,    Sword and chalice, torche and coin.

          Dawn awaits for new beginnings,    Never spend the unearned winnings.

          Oracle bones, they know the joke,    Dancing stories they evoke.

          Should I ever have to lie?    Singing bones will kiss your eye.

          Don't pretend you want to see,    Isn't it enough to be?

          Darkness falls when day is won,   No one knows what I have done.                                   

          In beginning was the word?   Dancing bones can not be heard.

          Now we reach the stories end,    "Truth be told will never bend."

 

                     Moon shines across my eyes like gravity, forgiving sins.

                     Washing me away, she sings to me in sleep.

                     Warm mists rise off the waters of peaceful stars dreaming.

Shadows of release.    

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