you write so swell
I love the way you talk
you are so attractive
I want to touch you
and listen to your words
I need to know where
you are today because
I want to
breathe in the air you
fill and be part of
the matrix you
create
Lovely morning ∘ the fires
within do rise with certain
righteous glory ∘ Be that lepper
they beg it of you, you
candid loving king ∘ Thwart
those efforts of evil and elevate
those platforms of goodness ∘
Queen of nature, breathe your
righteous loving light into our
humble human air •
It hurts to sit ∘ I wish we had
a better way of sitting ∘ I mean
like a way of doing these
sitting activities that had the
comfort of sitting without
the negative side to sitting
I’m grateful for all of the good
that sitting has brought to the
world, it’s just not the best
thing for our spines/organs,
at least as compared to say
standing, walking, exercise ->
not all the best but certainly
will improve the longevity of
one’s life ∘ perhaps it is simply
up to the cheeks of fate ∘
A picture of an eyeball comes
across as a little bit ironic for
what I believe are obvious reasons.
Not every ray of sunshine
makes it to the garden!
I just made that up, congrats
on reading it with me, I hope
we’ll be full of gratitude moving
forward and will act and become
all the better for it ∘ The light
is so much more active than we
can see; it’s actually undefinable
by way of human interpretation
i.e. the motion of light is so
infinitely infinite that we should
not be surprised that anything happens
What if you were told by me
that there is magic that lingers
inside of thee? Accept or not
your power of will, divine strength
will guide your spirit whether
healthy or ill ∘ Continue on
this loving path of reverence
for the one you call ‘Spirit’;
just be sure to take care and
not overly agitate it . . . I think
that there is a certain level of
writing one must do in order that
they may feel like an adult for
the day ∘ I hope that makes sense.
According to Stephen King, it’s about
8 pages worth ∘ I have written more
Went from barely giving a
shit about the content I
was writing to giving an
immense fuck for even this
very sentence that you have
read before your very eyes ∘
I’m no longer certain as to
the level of privacy I feel
even for my own writing ->
as to say this very writing of
which I write by hand, away
from any obvious surveillance in
the midst of this inky notebook
Paint your soul onto the
world ∘ Feel the vibrance
of the colors of your essence
flourish and captured by an
Earth so grateful for your
decision to create and share
your artwork and thus
most genuine inner-self
that does give its experiencers
some sort of strange satisfaction
a gloriously unsuspicious pile of
pulverizing pleasure that fills our
hearts with wonderfully heightened
spirit that grows with righteous
efforts that don’t stop as love
fuels its drive without ceasing thus
wear that badge of honorable
royal spirit as you look over
and tend to the gardens and
overall well-being of your
kingdom
I have come to accept that
these are my mornings
to ponder and improve upon
About which to exercise now ∘
Becoming that new person,
still, yes, even today, right
before your eyes do I hope
to enthrall the catalyst of your
spirit to act in similar
accordance ∘ your vibrations
move like dancing tribes
of eons before our own times;
I feel their love for the
beat of the drum that
itself is driven by that
captivating rhythm of spirit
that is realized by one’s very
own fingertips, those key
crucial points of human
nature that bring us so far
The sound of the fan in my
room keeps things busy ∘
Within the walls of loving
creativity, share with
this world that righteous
knowledge and skill blessed
onto you by the loving, giving
spirit of the universe and
God ∘ Carry love and gratitude
as you smile at the thought
of their beautifully unlikely
presence • Feel them there
even when no words are spoken
Realize your shared humanity
Feel the understanding between
flow and radiate into a heavenly glow
To be beneficial to ourselves,
what might we do? We may
figure out patience for those
activities of emptiness, those
meditative pieces of time that
have proven their worth to one’s
physiological health time and
time again for centuries ∘ we
should lend trust to these
practices and keep lending
them opportunities to improve
ourselves in peaceful, breathful,
connective terms ∘ With no restraint
for the swath of positive (if at times
painful) change, we will feel the
path of least resistance as having been with us all along.
