IT

All it is, is a wish to inspire

All I’ve got, is an itch for it to become my life

The notion of loving, is it defined

Create the space for it to show up in

If you were it, what would you be

How come it is so difficult, and yet, when you stop trying it falls in your lap

Try, how come we try to find it

And define it, and refine it

Why does it exist

(For now, don’t ask why)

It is time for rebirth

The glass is filled to the brim, it is spilling over

It is not a dream

It has a hold on me

I have to remember not be afraid of it

Cultivate it

Manifest it

Groove, baby, groove, because it is all you got

“First time here, how does it work?” 

Get Something

I got Buddha on my speed dial,

Doin’ all he can

I got Jesus on my friend list,

Looking mighty fine

I got Mohammed making waffles,

In my kitchen drinkin’ wine

I got Gandhi turning tables,

Til’ the end of time

 

What do you got? 

Being Honest

I can’t decide weather it’s better to write crap

or not write at all. I’ve come to the conclusion that

as long as I’m writing I can’t be blamed for

not creating, and since there’s a chance that even

when I DO write, I might still be blamed for writing

crap, so here you have it, take it or leave it. This is

an honest attempt in relinquishing judgment of myself.

I’ll admit, I have a tendency to conclude before knowing

and therefore simultaneously deciding upon something

before I have sufficient knowledge upon which to evaluate.

Whether I like to admit it or not, my quality of being,

relies heavily on the attitudes and emotions of others

who I am close to. I take what you say to heart. I trust you.

Please be careful with MY heart, and I will be careful with

yours.