Remove your head. You won’t need it. It’ll only get in the way. Reach into your history and empty yourself of everything you’ve been taught to believe. You live in a universe. No one needs a chronology. Intentions crowd prospect. Therefore, be open to selling oysters, anything that might call you into focus, without blinding you with beauty. Be focused. But not so narrowly focused that everything looks asleep. If you think you see a rose, glue yourself to a goldfish and break through the glass of your skull. If you smell a honeysuckle, press yourself against the fragrance, and suck. But not with your mouth. Use your eyes. The eyes eat the world with their silence. Ideas at work in the garden scatter until they turn raspberry. Ideas aren’t flowers. They’re fantasies. Fuchsias. Petunias. Lords & Ladies. Love in a mist. You get the picture. If you want to look at a flower, I mean really look, plant a poppy in your pupil, & an iris in your fist.
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