this document is a crude attempt at expressing the Fibonacci sequence
1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34
as a folk opera
  The Dharma Compass
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This work is in the Public Domain.

To Navigate this site, click the Letters in the Dharma Compass.
The Circles of Letters M O T H E and R are section headings that fall in line with the greater pattern.
The Circles of Letters q r s t u and v are the sub headings.
The Omega in the Center leads to the first page. Watch the video, read the whole page, and then click NEXT PAGE PLEASE

Please Forgive our apparent inability to do anyhting right.
I'm the only clown I've got. Know any jokes?
Relax. Breathe. Ask Yourself: AIN'T I a MOTHERFARMER?

The Mother Pharm: M v

M v


Everywhere I look, I see Geometry,
shapes of Hearts, shapes of Flowers, Spinning in infinity

The hand of love, draws us all, together wherever forever
the organic dynamic, pragmatically romantic graphs the curve the servants deserve

Everywhere I look, I see Geometry,
shapes of Hearts, shapes of Flowers, Spinning in infinity

electrical impulses define the nerves
the design of the mind defies and deifies
hypocrisy is ubiquitous
it seems that errors and hunger is all we share

Everywhere I look, I see Geometry,
shapes of Hearts, shapes of Flowers, Spinning in infinity

the circle, the line, the triangle, the tetrahedron and the pyramid -
life seed expanding, cells dividing demanding,
anarchy and hunger are the very same thing

Everywhere I look, I see Geometry,
shapes of Hearts, shapes of Flowers, Spinning in infinity

the fiery light, in the sky hits the rods and the cones in my eyes
the fire burns i cannot discern anyone else unless I face the shadow

Everywhere I look, I see Geometry,
shapes of Hearts, shapes of Flowers, Spinning in infinity

The hearts are all breaking, the flowers are fading
knowledge is a myth I tell myself in the shadows
I spread the rumor of the sacred light
in the darkness of the shapeless night
and then my deformities , they all conform
In the prison of the prisms, I chase the shadow

Everywhere I look, I see Geometry,
shapes of Hearts, shapes of Flowers, Spinning in infinity

energetic Particles, x-rays I can't explain
neglected expectations and reflections of pain
the fiery light in the sky keeps on defining
all of these things that I cannot escape
In the Prison Of the Prisms I chase the Shadow

Everywhere I look, I see Geometry,
shapes of Hearts, shapes of Flowers, Spinning in infinity

Wish I could see the light, wish I knew wrong from right
star light, star bright, first star I see tonight
Wish I may, hope I might, take off society's blinders
and learn to grow in the light
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Throughout the Spring, I spent many of my hours at a newly forming maker space in Seattle called Jigsaw Renaissance.
This video is of a performance done during the their Grand Opening Exposition.
A Maker Space is a sort of community project center - a bunch of people pooling tools and resources to work on stuff together.
I'm too interested in life to be a true Hippy or real Authentic Punk - but makin stuff - that's an alley I can Jump in the dumpsters of.
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