This workshop was created out of the idea of transition: how to move from one place to another (literally and figuratively) without getting lost in limbo. Or how to keep from floating in impermanence? In this workshop I’d like to invite all to set fire to old ways of being… to let go of the work or ways that no longer serves us… to free ourselves of manuscripts that have no end… we must give our work an end. And begin again.
**I’m also in the process of creating a workshop about my upcoming lecture on Dharma Poetics and Contemplative Practice (in Las Vegas) which will also include experiential exercises/ performance antics perhaps on the strip/ Fremont St/ arts district.
sobing eye walls salt sea swell
in dreams: you can hear an orphan cry mother
how will you call home?
how will you search for mother in devastation?
a surge: the search for the mother tongue began
lost eye walls
please extend your arm, hand out
please keep telling our stories
we left the body of our brother to search for mother
when we returned
our brother was gone
taken to a mass grave
locals leap and shoot makeshift hopes
A road of white linen hill top cemetery broken palms beheaded jewels swallowed by ocean
ahhhwoooshhh ahhhhwooooshhh ahhhhwoooshhh ahhhwoooshhhh oulssoulsoulsoulsoulsouls
headlines mourn one man
bit the bullet
today: we sit in red eye
countless lie in open mass ceaseless search for the body(s)
cavernous mouth mother slips inside mother unearths the fossils
this poem was written to honor the souls of the Philippines, both living and lost during Typhoon Haiyan, November 2013