NO ONE WANTS TO CLEAN UP BEING BLIND TO THE SKY

Seppuku, 2023

Tripping back through the zodiac, myth by myth, star by star, each cycle, each history telling secrets as obvious as the sun, as subtle as Mother Goose. The cosmos innately knows its maker, and sings their song clearly, freely, without wondering what part of its maker to worship or thank. Mankind likes to think far more than listen, likes to use yesterday to make sense of today and likes to carry resentments as far as it can, even though there’s little benefit to the species in doing life like that. Alice thrives in Wonderland, discards her preconceptions, her biases, and becomes deathless, patient and radiant. Wile E. Coyote will not quit. Mickey Mouse is happiest when he’s home, asleep, next to Minnie, cute suburbanites, so busy fixing, doing, getting so tired they forget to fuck. Bugs Bunny cross-dresses, whistles, laughs and mixes up words in his own way to make sense of what’s happening. Bugs befriends his monsters and his enemies, kisses them all. It doesn’t matter to him who anyone cares for or who anyone has sex with. Hey, Diddle Diddle ain’t about no cat or no fiddle. Orion’s belt ain’t no belt. The little red hood represents more than one little girl. The fishes yield to the water bearer, the water bearer yields to the sea goat, the archer follows. Real healing begins when the path of heaven is complete. To be emotionally driven or spiritually guided is the choice to be made. To be aware of who, what, where and when is the how of it. Lay down those burdens, unbind them and set them free. Will’s Caesar, Hamlet and Othello would not wait, would not listen and left a mess. No one wants to clean up being blind to the sky.