I spend some time away from twitter and come back to see on my feed people/accounts I didn’t and wouldn’t follow.
The system chooses now what substance to interject. I see our choice on the internet has slowly been slighted from our over stimulated, yet docile, minds.
I’m out!
Trust it. A pure Truth always attracts compelling lies; where the path may lead I live this Life. We have felt Time’s hurt with lessons learned, and made amends with the every books we’ve burned: a child looks to the sky with amazment. And, we tell them what they see? Let it be.
Take note of the key figures taking the train to the next stop and the spirituality emerging form our communities. A great change is taking shape.
We may only understand a Life by the ripple it will cause at Death by all those who have felt its caress of love.
I stopped on my way out of a grocery store to watch as a mass of birds migrated in a mass through the air. The woman who followed soon after me exiting the building saw me and followed my “awh” to the still large, but thinning end of the flock. Looking to see her reaction, ...
When any great and beautiful story comes to an end there will be tears. Not those of sadness, but of a strange wholesome understanding of the love behind it all. The smiles, birds singing while hearts grow open. One by one we shall find satisfaction in this place, then moving on.
I find after writing something, pen to paper, I have no real sense of its value. But, when I begin to type and delve into its meaning, I am struck with a wonder for where the words actually came from.
You show up in my dreams sporadicly. Each so vivid, that any Dream with such lucidity and clear contrast of detail would surely be noted.
But, it is the randomly displaced few that you are present in which hold this detail and perspective.
..hah, only in my dreams.
I understand transcendence,
This is all a mask to interpret the underlying flesh.
To bask in the undefined free flowing eternal mass,
But the wheels are turning,
Churning the desire just out of reach,
Burn our souls to feed the fire for the luxury’s name to be preached.
What are you willing to die for?
Allow me to ask the same question differently.
What are you willing to spend your life on?
Be it a in a flash of a moment, or the growling efforts of your body’s final mustered ability; what you are means something. It is your duty to define that.
