counting is boring

living is getting comfortable doing the things you want to do when you want to do them. living is pure contentment about yourself and your life and your world. living is accepting that the world is as it is and it is perfect. living is knowing this. living is simple and relaxed even when it is at its extremes. living is easy.

life is a puzzle. to be figured out. and you know some day you will and you're not worried. cause figuring it out is just as much fun as figuring it out.

yeah, i know.
figure it out.

i'd rather be smiling than counting my money.
cause money is dirty.
and counting is boring.

but if you knew how hard it was supposed to be, how could you call it a test of faith?

only when i speak with an authority that is not my own.

simply, there is too much. and the openings in the membrane are so small that it takes an enormous amount of pressure to get in. but once you are in there, it's like you are suspended in mid-air in the middle of the bubble. just hanging out. just pulling things from the air. sure, i know what it's like. what it could be. i just haven't yet mastered pulling myself inside out.

but this one thing is individual.

maybe something

i've been here for a while. and i'm not sure i've actually said anything. i've thought it all along, but never thought it was worth much. there is constant ego struggle. i don't kid myself. but it is difficult drawing lines. i'm not comfortable making the call.

easy on the outskirts

i feel many things. nothing takes over. but within this balance, i am more extreme than ever. i've always existed here. on the outskirts. but it's never felt so solid. i hadn't gone far enough to get outside the storm. where the wind dies down and the birds aren't bothered when you open the patio door. where it's always warm but the heat is never oppressive. where the hammock swings slower but the arc is more pronounced. where i track my location using little clicks instead of my eyes. where we don't need machines to heal.

keep track of those things. you never know when it might come in handy.

discovery discovery

discover rediscovery.

when i read over myself, i rediscover all those things that i've known all along. i discover i've known all along.

everything's just a little bit of rediscovery.

it's nothing you didn't already know.
but you know this.

i've been back and forth to this point. i'm sure i'll be back and forth again. but i think my arc just got shorter. relaxing into stillness in the middle does not seem so impossible anymore. relaxing doesn't seem so impossible. for it is only from a stand still that blue birds can soar.

i'm

speechless. who are you?



live
laugh
loud
love
learn
listen


since the new pirates movie came out, we've been having a debate around here: pirates vs. gypsies. it all started when i said i found pirates a little *yawn* and mostly just didn't *get* the pirate thing the way other people seemed to get it. what, if not pirates, then? they asked. obviously, it's always been about the gypsies.

they didn't think you could make a whole movie out of it, but i just think they're off the bus.

i am happiest when i am just going on pure intuition. i am happiest when i am just going on, pure.

to say only the words that need to be said. but i know, i say so much else that it's hard to tell.

now you know how i feel.

this is all i strive for: consistency and pure intuition. great peace and unlimited wisdom. love, compassion, beauty and truth. simplicity and gladness and laughter and forgiveness and smiling. for God to permeate every space i belong to. to rest easy and breathe like a child.

except they call them playlists now, and everyone has an ipod.

there are to be no more negative vibes. there are to be no more weak excuses for not doing the things you know need to be done. there is not much to this keeping alive thing. focus your energies on something else. something like enchanted forests. and still making mixed tapes. and playing music with your friends.

the world is an oyster
and looking for a pearl.
watch out.

it just took a little while to get there

from beginning to end. that's how you get things done. you could go from beginning to some place, beginning to some place, beginning to some place, but ultimately you will have to go from beginning to end to get it done. so obviously going straight there is the fastest way.

but what about the scenic route?

around my way

colours control me. music is my magical muse. this is the place that i live. it is purple and orange and the tunes are good and constantly flowing.

i live in a nook in the world. changing and spinning and all sorts of things.

i am on any number of planets on any number of days.