I just wanna end it

There’s  a part of me that thinks is all futile There’s a pain that takes over And the gratitude and the light Are just there on side lines of my deep grief of wide understanding Standing alone in the storm of my personal cloud And I just wanna end it I don’t want an ear… Read more I just wanna end it

Why only the old people dance?

I hope that there will be an end to my delusions. A point in time where all its left is a desire to have fun in the face of the futility of my efforts to change life Old people dance Knowing that every story has an end, and every moment is a treasure.

Existence is art school

Existence itself is art school. Pure consciousness paints the universe in all the various dimensions of our perception. Brushing light into form, sound, texture, taste, and odor. Watch the light bounce into different shades of colors. Absorb yourself in the vibration of sound in your ear, and the tingling of feel at the surface of… Read more Existence is art school

Starting over

It’s never all wrong. Higher understandings will sometimes lead you to start over. Many times you’ll have to do the same thing you did before, but for better reasons. Less selfish reasons. There’s no work that’s too little,or that’s too small. Sometimes you gotta start from the bottom. and it’s alright.

Dense

Dense. The oscillation of our ways of being may take you to a phase that’s dense. In that contracted state you get to experience the beauty of sadness. The depth of your soul lined by the echoed dull pain of loss. Sadness  also reveals the weaknesses of our attachments when you look close.  It guides… Read more Dense