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. 

For the sake of LOVE

This is a shout out to everyone who reads my blog!
For some reason, I JUST NOW have discovered that people actually DO read my words...
Huh, interesting...
I have read over all your comments, and hope to The Divine that I haven't lost my readers
Since I have been M.I.A. for quite a while...
Thank you, thank you, and thank you again for sending me love
I WILL keep writing

It's been a while...

...But that doesn't been I haven't been writing. Taking a hiatus from my cell phone and only on the web on a "need-to-surf-basis" such as looking for a wedding dress for my best friend, or paroozing YouTube for vidoes on how chickens lay eggs. Yes, image, having chickens and not even know how they lay their eggs! (Mom, if you're reading this, please be gentle on the editing, I'm using a French keyboard, so everything I write comes out underlined in red!)

For lack of attention span, and anctious to go for a swim, I'll be brief: Life is one big fucking cliché and if you want to put things in perspective, go visit someone you haven't seen in a while, fit yourself into THIER life, and don't forget where you came from. There, I said it, time for self observation is a luxury, and if you think you've found God, look agian, because my guess is he's not in that book you're reading, or in that asana you're holding. He's in the lighting that strikes the corn fielf, he's reflected in the soft brown eyes of a baby foal, and The Divine is certainly in the space between words when you tell someone you love them, and mean it.