the only shaman is the shaman of ice cream—shaman says: touch your heart—shaman says: don't even think about not thinking—speak your way. fall back 10000 paces! shaman didn't say—sometimes you lick the ice cream and sometimes the ice cream licks you.
in this garden of love, awareness grows—the flowering of silence—sweet fragrances of ripe potentiality—the bees! the bees! the bees!
as matter arises in consciousness, the world arises in imagination—the past is outer; the present is inner—the future is intuition—and all are but sweet nothings in the clear dissolving light of pure affectionate awareness