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
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 ∘
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
Last Week [April 7th]
Worked out fairly consistently almost every morning this week𓈒 I think I only missed Sunday morning for a rest day, though I was super on the fence about it [as in I was going to but elected not to]. I even worked out 3 times on one day, I think it was either Wednesday or Thursday. That was gnarly, once w/ Matthew, once by myself & once w/ Abe, though the 1st & 3rd were a little lighter than independent workout. ****** a lot of *** the past few weeks -> With my medication, it seems reasonable to conclude that I should quit totally. I have **** but I’m dying for a better life so time to change & rebuild! Plus I ended up working on my book more than I have in over a month which even though I ubered less, I felt more productive than I typically do. Anyway, on to this week.
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
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.
May we work to rebuild a
cogent society ∘ albeit a strong
existence as things stand, we know
we must encourage further and
stronger effort ∘ With stronger
effort, we will find the success
we’ve wandered so longingly
for ∘ Years in the making ∘
Undeniable loving glory ∘ You
fill the air space with a breath
so solemn ∘ the true image
of human-being ∘ that which
was raved upon by the likes
of the voice of God as was
recorded by the Bible’s
great and sacred prophets ∘
Thank you to the angels
for all the good you do
I’m very sorry for my
vulgarities. I hope I can
forgive myself ∘ And be
forgiven by others • I am so
sorry for all of the bad words
I’ve ever said. I have in the
past wished to say better
things or to not say such
terrible things. Maybe
there is a wonderful way
I can fix these things
you can fix these things
• you can be kind ∘
Gratitude flowing as we continue
to work for what we believe in.
We seek to not lose hope, to not
lose faith as anger overcomes the
wit’s end of exhaustion and
somehow, albeit damaged, emerge
even stronger and all the wiser for
having stood in the face of opposition
and maintain posture – that of the
victorious – both long before
and long after they have given
up on their own false pursuits,
the same pursuits that our own
true, divine endeavors trample
all over with strength unmatched
as it flows from a fountain of gratitude
