Seemingly without hibiscus

The bell determines ears a perimeter of fig adjacent pears. So many rocks, needing rock shoes. Red. So many dry shrubberies, hosting cicada shape-shift maraca. Ding dong, the happy bells rings after morning death bell. Dong, ding, dong ding, a ling a ting. Cats walk around in the playground. There are boat dogs.

Feeling heaps bell among this raw variety.

21 responses to Seemingly without hibiscus

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        There are heaps of bumble bees here actually, so cute, they are so heavy and hard to fly ha-ha

      • Did you know old Celtic ways insist that you must tell the bees of birth, deaths and marriages otherwise they fly away. I’d say, in summer months Shirl talks to the bees more than she does for to me!

      • mikesteeden

        She has created a bee friendly garden out of nothing…I take my hat off to her…only of the 4 hats I possess, she has nicked 3, and a seagull shat on the other rather putting me off wearing it again!

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        Oh, good on you Shirl. I remember my zucchinis one year never worked, because we had no bees… I had to hand pollinate them with cotton buds. They are very important!

        Hats are also a great invention. You can wash the shit off you know?

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        oh yeah, I’d imagine velvet to be difficult in removal of such soiled states.

  1. I love church bells, and used to live in a house right next door to a church. The bells would toll on the quarter, half, three-quarter, and hour. Some people find this intensely intrusive, but I liked it.

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      Yeah I don’t mind it. Except, everything I did, or do creatively would have then to bell. Maybe it would loose significance after a while.

      You don’t need a watch, that’s for sure!

      • When I used to retreat at a Buddhist monastery, then from the gardens you could hear the sound of bells from the nearby Catholic church chime every quarter. I often would hallucinate the sound of their bells into existence, and it got to the point where I couldn’t tell the real bells apart from the ones I imagined. It sounds crazy, I know, but is to do with being deeply concentrated and the mind’s capacity to create sensory imagery as accurately as the original phenomenon. This is how people who are into earth magic and the like are able to go into forests and conjure up the presence of wild beasts, mythical creatures, and so forth. Anyway, all I managed were bells and blue geometric shapes.

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        How intresting. The mind never ceases to amaze me, and I wouldn’t doubt for a second it could so such things. All depending on intent too.

        Bells and blue geometric shapes.

      • Yes, known as ‘Nimitta’, or ‘marks of concentration’. It’s really quite a phenomenon, and I could move what appeared, for all the world, to be solid blue forms around the room just by willing them to move. So, this wasn’t something occurring in closed-eye meditation, but in a perfectly wakeful and highly lucid state. People who are into the occult develop this skill and can do far more exotic things, but I was strongly advised it was just a trap and inhibited progress. It’s very alluring, but not conducive to insight or learning.

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        ‘Its very alluring, but not conductive to insight or learning’- this is an incredible statement. I find, also with such things as manifestation and other likes, when people clear, and realize they ultimately can create what they want. See the word, want. Anyway, they get all excited. I mean there is nothing wrong with want, but ultimately it refracts, creating a seperatness or inability to accept everything as is.

        Its funny, because, being around all these icecreams, reminded me of my first exhibition, which I had at an ice-cream shop back in Adelaide. Take-two ice creamery. The title of the exhibition was called ‘As is’.

        Power is interesting indeed, but ultimately surrendering to the overwhelming, uninhibited phenomena of now is just so much more gooda. If that is a word. Perhaps I’ll manifest it as such. Why snot!

  2. shehannemoore

    Mike Steeden I was thinking of that tradition the other day. Spooky. A pity about yir hat mind. Lovely bells. Sort of happy. And the crickets gave that buzzing air.

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      The bee tradition? I am quite lost what you mean about my hat, also, did I mention something about hats ha-ha?

      The bells are between horror film and pleasant happiness times. The feeling alternates for me, with every ring.

      • They have their own rhythm do bells. And yes they can ring wildly, be mournful or sound happy. Ha ha re the bees. No I saw Mike had said something about telling the bees of deaths and births…yeah a good way to bring on your own death by getting stung by the whole hive. Funny how I was thinking not long before about this book I read once called Gone To Earth and it has a whole bit in it about that tradition. THEN I came on here and saw his comment. Of course bees yeah…he sure has one in his bonnet right now what with the seagulls shitting on his only hat!

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        ha-aha-ha! of course that’s the way it goes, as everybody knows. Should have gone to specsavers!

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