Gratitude
“When you truly become aware of what goes on inside of your head, you start to let go because you see how you create your own suffering.”
“Open your eyes, you are the earth, you are the green, you are the blue, you are the Aleph, you are the essence.
Look at the flower, look at the flower, for the first time look at the flowers.”
Truman Show
Stuck inside this photograph…
Paused just like it sound quite strange-
I let the rain fall over me to wash away all the pain,
Basking in weed smoke-
And vodka just to numb my veins, It’s just a cloak.
Copacetic in my conversations…
My brain is racing…
At light speed to feel light as this breeze I’m chasing.
And the sun I’m lacking…
Such a discrepancy…
And the smiles I see -
Personal remedy.
But these four walls fester and drain my energy.
I sink into the tile becoming smaller as I touch the ground.
While pressure steady builds up this cloud,
100 yards that I’m running still no touchdown.
Closer to the Mother Earths purpose,
Eruptions like the force of lava breaking up the surface.
Inhaled the open air and understood its clarity,
Strawberry papaya on my tastebuds as therapy.
Cover me with lush greens, of a fortress, and steer me with the breeze outside the forest.
I see a smile within the clouds, as if it’s watching my move,
The same softness swells my soul when I think of you.
Caught in a daydream, or nightmare, a mystery.
Thoughts turned words while in Hawaii.
Watch me become the one
Let my insecurities
Turn me into a gem
Past midnight
He walks
The streets are quiet
And no one knows where he’ll go, he walks with heavy thoughts on his mind.
He walks up to something familiar.
The passenger window of a parked car.
To feel alive,
He etches closer and opens his mouth.
He blows his warm breath on to the window,
And with his right hand his finger draws a heart.
It only takes a second before the image slowly fades away.
And he continues walking.
With heavy thoughts on his mind.
Sparkle
The sparkle on his nails, kept him far from pale,
A clear coated silver just to feel a little out the box.
He dyed his hair too, lavender and then blonde,
A long way from high school looking for a rooftop.
But friends don’t fear the new appearance,
They looked at him and then wondered of the consequences if they tried.
Fear them less, the voices that are deep inside,
Shotgun, buckle up, ready for the coaster ride-
Life,
Sucks your soul and spits you out dense,
And love is just about as real as a picket fence.
I sleep with death, and out oozes all the stench.
About enough to make a monks mindfulness cringe.
Oh Lordy whatever happened to some peace and glory?
Poor me, until I’m free from this love story.
Bloody napkins lay on top of a trash bin.
Perhaps, you’re numb and cutting again.
Locked away inside your room,
An aura looming full of doom.
And I won’t know when you will strike,
could be broad day, or in the night.
Do not push me, off my balance.
My truth is mine, shall go unchallenged.
Cause whatever I’m doing, it works for me,
The blood, my love, my family.
As long as T’s can dot my eyes,
I’ll never need to see both sides.
Ranting, yelling, stomping, fussing
Anything because I’m suffering.
I won’t listen nor will I see,
What I’m doing, works for me.
We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.
over the bridge in oregon
We must actively “uplift” others by visualizing an expression of a higher connected consciousness in their eyes and on their face…Continue to visualize them moving above their ego into an authentic, united state. As a result of this, not only is the person lifted into a greater level of experience, they are more likely to intuit some message they have for us.
Gods Bathroom Tiles
Lifted.
Senses.
Love.
Trust.
Wings.
Shoulders.
Weight.
Luck.