Alberto Roman

Moaning and shouting out from through the dis synchronized edges of my heart and root chakras, and up, I would weep, scream, and laugh bordering on dementia. My beautiful sex and heart on the border of asylum from all those wicked loves. I yelled. My soul still affirming love through these lacerations and disconnections. The pain of love's darkness: reaching out, contact, betrayal, rage, sadness, despair. All those currents accelerated through my breathing up and down my body to exit as intense velocities varying in texture, color and speed. These winds funnel out to clear obscene pollen, detritus, debris, from past histories of ritual amorous rejection and death.... Then.....a Quantum Shift.... Nothing..........peace........ I move deeper. Birthing. The ordeal of being born. THe terrifying beauty of it all......I cry new born tears....I am both in pain and aware of myself as full of love, creativity in potential.....further, Further in....travelling in some strange reversal of my ...

for Cathryne You are my beloved, You are Sensuous, Wise, Creative, Profound, Playful, Mysterious, Kind and Full of Exotic Powers. The world is brighter with you in my life. You are that second Sun. You inspire me and bring out the best in me. It's your words, the way you look at the world, your laughter, your smile: Your Magical Art of Living Free. I love how you listen to the deep rhythms of your Soul and respond with authenticity and grace when the time is right. I am so fortunate in how you love me. I am so grateful for your touch and understanding. You belong to the World and you give Life and love to those you meet. I can only give you my heart, life, and Absolute Acceptance of who You Are, beloved. I pray to all the Gods and Goddesses to protect you, bless you, and fill your life with all that is good and true Across the Universe. On the day you were born Creation was in a state of Delight. All blessings to you Always. In your freedom I am free. In you...

So there I am with my guitar..... I strap it on like some fantastic trans dimensional instrument that will take me and my friends to the Unknown of our bodies and the Cosmos. My guitar, an old Ovation Acoustic Legend can get people to dance. Couples continue to make love to my music. Epiphanies occurred some have told me. Folks have gone to Deep Space through the voice of my Sounds, My guitar is where it would all seem to begin Music.....a teaching on how the universe creates itself? Perhaps. I was told from early on to Play music to praise the Divine. I was told this by an Old Curandera (folk healer) in Costa Rica. Make Music to Praise Creation. Music is a Devotional act She told me this one afternoon as I was learning about Medicinal Plants on the Caribbean side of Costa Rica way past Puerto Viejo. Not Long after her inspired dance her husband a well know Healer told me and our group the Story of How Humans discovered Plant Medicine. I have told that story only a ...

In the desert I am lost. I move through somatic layers and mind forms. I suffer. While in the desert night I am visited, haunted, pierced by grief, rage, sorrow, fear, despair. She is gone. What did she leave in her wake? There is no love here. I relieve the blows of my father who beat me unconscious when I was five. It was one of those belts that were used to bind baggage in the old days. Thick hard leather. The pain buried deep in my cells. The message created was not to be who I am. "You can not love. You can not express yourself." So I got used to repressing or not saying fully what I needed for fear of extreme pain. Sometimes when in love I would contract so tightly for fear of abandonment and pain. I knew the other was out to hurt me. Did I ever tell you guys about the time I saw my dad try to kill my mother. I was 8 or so. He was choking her and I could not do anything about it. I wanted to jump him and defend her. I was getting ready to leap when the maid grabbed me a...

Density and luminescence. Acceleration and Fixity. Felt displays of Articulated Velocities. We are translucent materialities in variable modes of apparition. We are being done by Divergent effulgence. We are here for optimal Delight. How so? A Woman figure, Nude, Foregrounds from a vast brightness. Her visibility shifts. Her face, breasts, her body, arrives through different tonal arrangements. Her eyes are alive and direct. What the Painting decelerates is Her Becoming. Color, light, sound and symmetry are not on the same plane of deliverable composition. Creation manifests at disparate rates of compassion and light. Conscious embodiment is not even. In other words, say yes. The durations and intensities of your composite translucently arrange your Experiment. More of one thing, less than the other and at times shifting space. Such is the way of her Body: Constellated Emergence. Resonant arrivals. Dissonant fugues. Dissonant arrivals. Resonant fugues. The Woman she is Singular and Dee...

So, we are made up of particle formations, with their own constancy, velocity and durations. Electronic spins, winds, stars, cells, tissues, fire, organs, mountains, language, sky….. The net of Indra is a mutant web if you will of power and transformation. We do affect the material world (molecules, geology, neural mappings, politics) in ongoing emanations that are both local and global. We too are shifted. Practice: What do you enter into composition with? In what ways are you now configured, disfigured, or constellated. What effect do you have in the ongoing transmutations of this expanding universe? You are a God's Mantra. What unions both holy and unholy are you capable of? What is your Existential Yoga? Can you shed your Cosmic Skin by Like a Divine Serpent ? What isYour bio Tantra? What is your Techno shamanic science? What are your flows? Economic, optic, erotic, environmentally? Why in the fuck are you here and doing what ? You are about to be accelerated, de...

By now some of you get how outrageously excellent and free Creation is. You recognize Dzgochen: that Unbounded Wholeness, Non duality, all jive with Univocity in the West (particularly in the Deleuzian sense of Creation). Lao Tzu and I’bn Arabi meet in the virtual actual passages of Deleuze’ univocity and vice versa. Without any necessity whatsoever we just happen to be the ones that claim non duality, Univocity, God as our source, Original Face and on. Yet We are an emanation among zillions that just happens to be so constituted, wired, constellated to manifest under such limits and such awareness. Delightful. Funny. Easy. Enjoy.