I
forgive
you
for
not
being
where/what/who
I
thought
you
were
supposed
to
be.
I
forgive
myself
for
not
being
where/what/who
I
thought
I
was
supposed
to
be.
The World is forgiven.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
We scratch our heads and smile.
An arrow so sharp
that it can pierce through any object.
Fly through walls.
Into the water without a splash.
A fire that is so hot
that it consumes all that is.
Unitively standing alone.
Its you and me!
Falling in the middle of
nowhere.
Lack of gravity.
We're not moving at all.
Lost in our own home.
Home is where the heart is.
We are the center
in relation to infinity.
Lack of time.
I can pretend to melt.
Or be stiff as a rock.
See sounds with my ears.
We scratch our heads.
Land on a soft pillow.
For another goodnight on repeat.
that it can pierce through any object.
Fly through walls.
Into the water without a splash.
A fire that is so hot
that it consumes all that is.
Unitively standing alone.
Its you and me!
Falling in the middle of
nowhere.
Lack of gravity.
We're not moving at all.
Lost in our own home.
Home is where the heart is.
We are the center
in relation to infinity.
Lack of time.
I can pretend to melt.
Or be stiff as a rock.
See sounds with my ears.
We scratch our heads.
Land on a soft pillow.
For another goodnight on repeat.
Monday, September 6, 2010
What doors?
What influence do they have over me? My doors are wide open. Any eye could see in. Some people don't give a damn while others do. I can see into peoples open doors. Some people don't care what they show while others hide. What deep dark secret am I afraid of letting you see? We're supposed to be ashamed of our nakedness. There are portals that are not acceptable. Your eyes are so important to me. Your acceptance means the world. Or am I self sufficient? Am I comfortable in my own skin? Unaffected by the comings and goings of your thoughts. Anchored to my own beingness.Luckily your thoughts do not create me. They challenge and expand me.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Whilst sipping from a mug
Green tea. Its the new mix! Its put together with circles and squares. Its important that you see that and then let go of it. It needs to randomize again. What will this cup bring?It happens without you even having to ask the question. Its ghost sits on your mind. It stains the walls of your universe. But underneath is a breath of fresh air. Vital and renewed. Thick sludge stuck around your feet. Only days can dry and evaporate sludge into dust. A new breath given to a sneeze. Welcome to the edge of your seat. New life like you've never seen.
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