to make way for new frequencies

not much insightful to say. there was a huge music festical in paris last night: a city-wide party. the streets packed with people. broken bottles on the sidewalks. lots of alcohol. "american sandwiches" which i've never seen in the states (hamburgers in a sub bun, fries also in the bun--which is a really good idea, actually). a different band every 20 steps. rock, jazz, rap, classical, opera, country. anything imaginable. example: guy with green mohawk in a kilt in front of a scottish bar playing "amazing grace" on a set of bagpipes. my legs were sore this morning.

is life different here? will life be different going back? from here or from what i remember of before? i'm not ready for things to change too much.

i think i would like to crawl into a vase and feel myself be sucked up by the stitched roots of certain powerful flowers (or,).  enclosed and veiled, to feel myself rise by a force other than my own, lifted and then    to open beautifully into the air--a surprise and not    a different way.   roll dice / end sequence.  for the time being, i'm still here. not much new, well-leveled. ready to crawl into the earth but not going to.

to make way for when
   you have somewhere to go and something
   to say