Dear, sweet music — Soothing my soul and uplifting my spirit. Words cannot do you justice.
Dear, serene nature — Crisp breezes whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Away from the noise and clutter of corporate society.
Dear, beautiful goddesses — So lovely to behold. Innately lovely in so many ways.
And besides, who doesn’t love faeries?
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Dinner with brothers from lifetimes’ passed, so it seems.
Icy winds scavenge streets in search of heat. Charged ions stir feelings of unease as trees shed leaves. Perhaps another drink. Alone, seeking nothing but subconsciously craving.
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You think you know, but you don’t. You warp reality and spin all sorts of tales that do not exist, like a reflection in a mirage. Troubadour of trouble-making. Stop and observe the thoughts you identify with. The thoughts are not you, you encompass the thoughts. Stop reacting for a second. You are not the feelings, you encompass the feelings.
See the essence.
Solo Soul Mission
Internal cosmonaut – launched in no-thought
The seeker has found in the seeking itself
All is self
The true wealth
Lessons of essence, learned from the heart
The art of living
The world our canvas
In action and inertia – it’s too easy, just be.
(The flip-side: So Unmajestic)
I’m feeling kind of punny, like a double-entendre Gemini.
Thread the needle with the song of a Beetle. Why ask why?
Tasty croissant pastry lament. Heaven scent. Marry no wanna. Single to mingle. No ring on my fingle.
Shallow like a marshmallow, floating in the sea. Now you sea me now you don’t.
Mind flow.. dam! writer’s block.
Don’t do yourself in for a slow painful life, nor a quick painful death. Sewerslide is never an option.
Mediogre is boring and ugly. Be vibrant and original. Every second is fresh and new.
Live and love. Loave your life.
I’m a hamlet sandwich. Don’t shake your speare at me.
Lying in bed, my mind lights up with memories of past experiences. These experiences, once so vivid and real, are now just fragile imprints in the brain. This present moment, so vivid and real, just became past experience. When I try to grasp anything as real my hand reveals emptiness when opened. The flow of time is unceasing. What a miraculous and wonderful thing, to be alive!
Materialistic greed and survival worry attempt to stamp out imagination and the creative impulse. But these embers continue to burn even if starved of oxygen. When the ashes are blown away, a single spark ignites a forest fire that incinerates all of the dead wood and decay left by mundane endeavors. Fertile ground is exposed for the sprouting of innovation and creativity, bringing beauty and wonder into the world.