Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!

Clarity.

What burdens me now? What holds me down? I'd like to think it was the world, but in truth I know it all to be myself. My soul is heavy; it wishes to leave the confines of the sheath. I breathe. Nothing goes in. I see the light when I close my eyes. I listen intently to the silence around me, feeling the air graze my arms. I wish I could cry. I can't. It's all a test. I'll hold your hand. I'll let you take the credit. My game is a bigger one; my gaze is locked on bigger things. I can see past it. I leave it unsaid. I leave all of it unsaid. I know more than I should, yet so much less. I wish I could have seen you. I know wishing is fruitless. Knowing. What a concept. Easy to release from the space of your mouth, and hard for the machine to embed in its programming. The warm summer haze distracts me. It is that mix of dry heat and gray sky that grabs hold of me. Intoxicates me. There are memories locked up in there. I get just a taste. Teasing. The leaves a beautiful pale green, indescribable by any tongue. My eyes are weary. I feel that nudge again. My soul is impatient. Restless. What am I doing? What am I doing sitting here? Staring at the sun's halo just above the pines. Branches gliding along the wind. Those ominous clouds. I want to go home to them. I look to myself for the answers, the only trusted place I can go. Nothing matters all that much. I can no longer stand to be preoccupied with myself. Nothing is looking at you closely. Nothing can get you. Nothing can get inside you. I am only judged when I judge. So I do not. I stay silent. Introspective. Fully conscious of what I can see and what I can feel. Fully conscious of what I cannot see and what I cannot feel. The wind carries the whispers of souls everywhere, across centuries and continents. It translates into feelings. Thoughts. Just a moment's flash of a memory that is not yours. My throat is tight. I grin. A hummingbird dips down and up in front of my face, on the other side of this glass pane that keeps us separated. Beautiful. Rare. I admit it all to myself. I miss you being here.

That they feel genuinely loved and accepted by me.

What makes a man wonder

What exists after death

Tell me why it matters

What if your soul simply scatters

Into the nothingness

No feeling but Light

Tell me why that scares you

It matters little to precious few

What makes a man wonder

His purpose in this plane

He probably existed elsewhere

Did he ask the same of himself there?

We all come from different places

The vastness of this universe

And the universe that holds this one

Keeps the memories inside us but we remember none.

~See

Tell me something. Teach me. Anything. Existing. Floating. Halfway between illusion and reality. Physical and ethereal. Absorbing all I can. Closing my eyes. Seeing what's really there. Seeing the truth, the ideas, extending out and over my head like fragments of light. The threads are interconnecting, here since the beginning. The very beginning. What I seek cannot be found. It is already there. It already exists. I already know it. I cannot find anything. It is merely opening my eyes enough to see it at last.

None of us need luck. Only love.

~See

How does it go? Wondering my life away. Sitting on the stone floor of the world. Thinking of all the possibilities and realities. Flowing into one and out another. Bored and tired, wishing I could save myself. Refusing to be tied down to lies. To life. Why does it have to be this way? Let's change it. Make it the way we want it. Forget the rest. Forget the people. Sit on your stone floor and ponder awhile. Then go.

Ready, Strong, Humbled

I love waking up to the sunlight peaking through my shutters. Sometimes, I'll wake up before the sun rises and stand outside barefoot to watch it rise (I used to do this everyday...). Then it's off to the kitchen to drink some water and cut up a bunch of fruit into a bowl for breakfast. And because I occasionally like to provide too much information, I generally gotta pee first thing waking up. Pretty awesome, I know. ;)