Sinews of Godness

The clouds were a frame for the sun
this morning.  5:09am,
 I was there with a cup of green tea
 steaming.   In my hands
 I am holding the "everything" that this day offers,
the escape, the remaining, the clarity, the cleverness, the naivety
and to remember that, means remembering that I am god,
what a decent and delicious thing to remember; 
I am working on becoming a person(al),  
The words are a cradle
 for enchantment,
the placenta of our contemplation, 
but afterwards they grow up
into sinews; the arch and shudder of muscles - lifting, with their strength - our minds and lungs.
We do more than simply speak eloquently
when we wake up,
we are those threads / we are the talk.
I am watching/feeling/allowing the sunrise to lick me all over;
it is kissing my face and lifting my chin, gently
asking for my holy recollection.
I am god.   I am the muchness
I am the birthplace of goodness
as well as alchemy.   And when I believe that,
I can't help but become it
and bleed it
and wash my face with it. 
Thank you for this. 
give it away
give it away
give it away
now.
give it away
give it away
give it away
now.






Andrew Tipton

Omens of The Coasts of Osa

Andrew Tipton

The Deliciousness of Loving Stars

The sparkle above,
the sparkle within
realizations that your absence when blueness
ascends
is an illusion;  ever-there, you are, delicious star.
they say Jesus is tossing salad
with the beat poets of Ashville,
and the djembe bass nectar
keeps carving supernovas
out of the sky
's muchness.   
Osa, Osa, burning bright,
these stars they shine
with all their might,
through the clouds they
tastily fight
a visual meal never felt
 so right.
Spiral of the skies,
spiral of my eyes,
I'm savoring the memory, gazing
into infinity
ever-expanding community of consciousness
your precious particles I shall partake.
my spirit bends,
digesting the difference between
point-like twinkle & the truth of you
r magnitude.
Estrella,  I mean the moon
shakes/makes strawberries out of my explanations
(and) deliciousness walks me to the alter,
lets me worship
the heavenly-ness of my own humanity. 
Shine on.
and the dead papaya is sticking out of the trash can
behind the laundry room.
Relax
your shoulders and
lift your chin,
they illuminate thy beauty within
I snag a taste and then
I'm full
from my heart, my gaze they pull.


"The Blue Osa Poets Society"
Andrew Tipton
Lindsay Meagan
Taylor Jean

Letters from Colorado

She was already sitting on the ledge when I pulled up.  Knees to her chest, looking down at the river.

I had a bottle of eleven dollar red wine and a paper sack filled with Chilton County peaches.   And some strawberries in a cup.  

What makes us?   And where do the small places take us?   
There are a thousand of these memories.. fragile and permanently twined around my recollection; chisel marks curving and shaping my character..  just a millimeter here, and another there.     I think, maybe its not the obvious pieces that etch out our muchness..  but rather the ones we were never really expecting.   The songs in the galleys of sailboats, sneaking into hostels in San Francisco, the conversations about love in campers, watching prayer flags flutter while sitting on a balcony... or, eating peaches and drinking wine at sunset.    
We're making it...  we're making us..  though ever so slightly..  with the least of our moments.  

Everything matters.   





Andrew Tipton

Only What You Bring

The road,
is only what you bring
with you.
It may seem vast,
stretching out in all directions
and limitless, 
in depth and possibility,
and yet
it becomes only
what we
take along
for the journey.  

pack well.  



Andrew Tipton

Let Your Masculine Self Go

As men, we build our lives around the idea of normalcy.   Essential masculine normalcy. 
  We strive for it..  contort our emotion and our essence to fit inside its suffocating constraints..  we starve ourselves relationally and physically, so that through our average-ness, we may join the ranks of mediocre male photocopies..  abridged, expected, and socially tolerable.        We file down our teeth so that the bridle of contemporary, media-saturated masculinity can be worn without much struggle.  The method of this masculine equivocation... is our agreement..   our agreement to obey, assert and adhere to the rules of masculinity that we were born into.  And because we were born into these rules... we seldom question if the experience of masculine normalcy might actually be a fraud!   I say it is. 

    From most of what I've seen, the capacity of the average man for living: for love.. for greatness..  for goodness..  for thought.. for intuition.. for creativity... for communication..  for eloquence... for strength..  is dictated by the capacity which we have been led to believe is socially adequate.    This tolerance of a lesser male-self, for the sake of normalcy, is an abandonment of our birthright as godly (god-like), unequivocally masculine entities - capable of absolute [enchantment] and absolute [illumination].       Living beneath our capacity as men, we not only lessen our effect on our universe..  but we negatively affect our female counterparts as well.  If we are not accepting and pursuing our own greatness..  then we are abandoning our challenge to women to evolve right along with us.  

There are essential qualities, from my father and my grandfather which I admire greatly, and which I aspire to embody.   And yet...  deep inside of me..  I know that true masculinity is still evolving.   I do not believe for a moment that our capacity as males..  NOW, TODAY,  IN THIS MOMENT..  exists as a static element, or has achieved a state of refined mediocrity!     I am certain that the "normal masculine persona" driven by our culture, which we impose upon ourselves..  socially, sexually, ethically.. is one that castrates our capacity within greatness.

LET YOUR MASCULINE SELF GO.
Open the gate.. let it run, let it escape itself... let it rush away and become unrecognizable - so that when it returns to you, you must re-introduce yourself. 
Unleash your capacity for eloquence, ferocity, and goodness.  

I mean this..   for myself..  my ambition is this:  to dissolve the rituals of masculine normalcy in my mind.   I do not wish to see capacity in terms of my "expectations" as a man -   I want to reinvent masculine expectation.   I want to stretch and press into my capacity as a masculine being...  and unblinkingly, unapologetically, redefine my purpose(s) inside this presence on earth.   

I feel that we DO have a capacity beyond what we have come to expect from ourselves.   Letting our masculine selves go..  is the freedom to walk straight into our essence as men... and begin to vanish.   Not abandoning our masculinity..  but unleashing its metamorphosis.      

Long live the pursuit of goodness..




Andrew Tipton

I'm in Love with Your Honor

I love the way
 you speak
eloquently
of
life.  and then
the way you live
eloquently.
vividly.  movingly. expressive. revealing. 
as if
there were never a space
 between
the speaking of it,
and
the man.      




Andrew Tipton