Wait Here for the Present

What is my highest intention for my life?

Distinguishing between 

serving my needs and DOing out of 

obligation.

I’m going to change the world.

I’m going to inspire people.

I am a selfish asshole.

I am a controlling bitch and I 

always want to be right.

Why can’t I just relinquish my 

death-grip on life, and let 

other people exist in 

my world?!

I have such a hard time saying yes, 

yes to life, yes to 

love, yes to 

change.

I’m a brat who thinks she 

deserves so much more than I 

already have.

I’m an under-appreciater.

I’m an optimist at heart, but 

when things take a turn far south–I 

become a groupie and a 

slump and

I jump on that bandwagon rolling 

down-hill faster than a Cajun 

fiddle player. 

“Two Squares of Toilet Paper, Four Squares of Chocolate”

Pay attention to detail

It is here that I can discover the foundation for a work of art 

The intricacy of regarding every aspect, fully

There is no complete, finish, finally, so don’t try and fix it

“Fixing” it won’t really change anything

Choosing to be in the fire

Desire to actively participate in dynamic and useful means for purification

BE PREPARED TO BURN, DUMMY

To burn is to suffer exquisitely

Only transformation is waiting

In order to experience the truth, one must be present

Awake, alive, physically “there”

Transmission lies in the physical domain

Energy–matter, radiation that is manifested as a capacity to perform work

Energy exists in substance, in form, in the body

I exist in order to receive

Receive the knowledge of the Siprit

He is the lion, roaring only to let us know he is king

Standing in my strength, standing in what I know to be true

In the face of terror–remember–

The lion is not hungry, we mustn’t be afraid

Just breathe GOD DAMN IT! 

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.