A Journey to Living Now
When a person goes through something everyone can see it. It is like there is a scent in the air and from that scent comes those who are thirsty for more. Crawling out on all fours sniffing the air like blood thirsty dogs licking their chops. I lived that life. I was …
We can be moved to act. I have been moving on action. There was a stop sign. I told you that. Halt, who goes there? Actually. Why do you even want to come in? Service bells are ringing in my head. I have been living backwards. I have wrote in reverse. …
It's hard to stand on your own two feet and face the world as a new person. Some people in your life won't be ready for it. No matter how hard you try to ease into your change, I can almost guarantee you it won't be subtle to anyone but you. Have you ever noticed …
A dream can be something you have for yourself, or you can have for someone else. A dream can be something that occurs while you are sleeping. A dream can be something you aspire toward. You can even daydream allowing your imagination to run free. A dream can be created. A dream can create. I am dreaming right …
My ego is like an lion. It can relax in the shade with the hum of flies filling the air, but it will attack at the first sign of trouble. Do I enjoy this about myself? No. Am I better than I was in the past? Of course. In my last post I began talking …
Continue reading "The Ego and Self Love, Who Will Back Down First?"
Experiencing a spiritual awaken is not magic, it is real work. I can tell you first hand, waking up is like getting slapped across the face, hard, and then every time you begin to fall back to sleep you are shaken violently. Shaken so hard it makes your head spin and your ears ring. I …
Here we are... Living the same life but lacking the understanding of what that actually means. You are living the same life as me. Just one step in either direction. That is the difference between you and anyone. Listen up, and I will tell you how I see this story. Please, listen. For without each …
Continue reading "Human Existence, Short Thoughts, Long Poem"
My spirit, my soul, my higher self, is always talking to me. How often am I listening? Not as often as I'd like. It is not anyone's fault but my own that I keep talking in circles. I know that searching for the right time or the right string of words is ridiculous. I am …
I met you in a pen Among words that dripped in tears With sentences strung together under fear In the structure of a poem I found your name And in my eyes you where made. My love for curiosity has brought us here. ... Do you remember the day you learned my name? The hour? …
I don't know where you are Or what you look like anymore I never know what you are doing And I can no longer recognize your smell And your taste has been wiped from my memory. I try, to picture you I try, to see you in my mind I search for you in my …
