My sweet prince...

The prince came...my blushing prince came,
its morning and my blues have sprinted,
so beatnik and posh...and he remembers what i said...
it was too dark too see..but his ears bless him...
he remembers everything like it was yesterday...
well it WAS! we sat down and drew together praising purple and black..
he has double shade iridiscent nail polish...so exotic my prince..
he let me touch his hair and smell him...home cooked food,cherry?gardenia,tobacco and coconuts.
I told him all about sufism,and he already knows a lot!
my sweet prince...you amaze me...went back to my room...
the park can be filled with annoying yapping 14 yearolds....my sweet prince daniel says he can only stand them for 30 mins...he doesnt know i spent most of the summer bummed with them...they liked it when i played oasis though...he chose the incense...its called black love..
i cant ever get tired of smelling him and touching his garden hair...sandal sandal...bishi bishi...i have to bring him out of his beauty-case shell...probe him with pretty words...and then comes one mellow sentence...im satisfied...i have enough tongue for both of us ;)

oft hobbits and sufis...

I cant remember why i've made it a duty to hang out with hormony teenyboppers...some of them are pretty funky..but definately tooo energetic...a bit like hobbits...ofcourse me is an elf in this analogy. instead of hanging round at the bandstand we went to jeffson gardens..its a lot more serene there..most of them went home around six...i walked over to this other group...spliffy spliff.also stingy sting..one of them stuck out like a sore thumb...and i was there to kiss it!
spider hair...i swear he looked like a demon child...And thats what i said!
what came over me! he told me he got his hair straightened...and then uttered the awkward okkaaayy...i dreaded...had to leave on this fucking townie's bmx! so embarrasing not here...infront of this delicious creature! when i find the cherry in the pie i drop it on the floor!
i should stop this..trying to find molko...chasing invisible friends...colourful ghosts...i should just go to university with mum and finish castaneda and huxley..sarida, our host has been a pleasent presence...i helped her in the garden yesterday,weeding...still cant get over the pun..she seemed to enjoy it too...shes in the sufi healing order...
started by hazrat inayat something(who came to europe with a spiritual errand...) over a hundred years ago...over the years due to its establishment in the parisienne suburbs the order has become milder(whatever the fuck that means!) and has opened its doors to non-dogmatic mystics...they have rituals,but like the bahai call their order
universalist and harmonizing spirituality...she says they do something called universal worship....with white candals and sufi chanting...a pentagram to represent the major religions...but again it seems utopian...nations can be reconciled through respect and aestheticism..but spiritual paths? i dont think so...to feel the need to reconcile...is a whispering sign and witness to the fact that they have different names for a reason...in the domain of theosophy...most world religions align like planets many times in the orbit of their teachings...
world wisdom..is a very relevant term...but The ACT! it destroys our ride on the moon of diversity...almost all of the religions push the flesh and and what controls it in different ways...sacred history,human conduct,individualism,morality,mental environment,politics,economy,social structure,the sexes,marriage with time..these discourses are where the party starts to fall apart...
they are what most theologians call the lifeshell of a religion..the mortal dogma...engrossed in life...defining and shaping the human experience...
no bullshit all relevant....this lifeshell is what paves the schism between (most) of the religions...gives the religions different colours,iconography,
emotional energy and creates the exoteric...this is largely where most of the differences lie.
so clearly if the sufi healing order isnt having problems uniting the faiths,
it is throwing something out the window...the lifeshell and form..whether thats wrong or right...is irrelevant and prudish to ask right now...

one long thread of thought...from hobbits to sufis..train of thought...and look where it stopped on me and my heart..
writing about things like these make me heavy and dissonant.
so many words against so many others...
where to oh my bewildered mind?