Thursday, July 31, 2008

ancient tree in a Grand canyon

every day you hear new things.
so far, a bottomless pit.
excited about all the things i can hold.
i cannot always find them all.

every day you hear new things.
and you grow endlessly.
reaching into the ground and sky.
search for sun and water.

grounded in the earth.

order in the court

how's the day to day these days?

some days my days are hard. some days i make them harder. some days i realize that my days are easy days, in fact. some days, i realize, in fact, they aren't.

some days i come to find i am so much the same as another. some days i come to find myself so much different. and some days, i realize that in fact, we have lived amazingly different lives from people, so different we can hardly know anyone at all, but in fact, we still understand people in a much more profound way despite this difference, and this way is a supernatural way because how could we possibly understand these people and their insane experiences. from the outside, even, they hardly make any sense. but just think about what goes on in other people's heads!

considering what goes on inside yours.

we're all just going through what we are going through.

and we've pretty much just got to let everybody go through whatever it is they are going through. and just go through what you are going through, too. just go through it despite everybody else. but don't let everybody else effect what you're going through.

obviously they'll be involved.

but just love, don't judge don't judge don't judge. and you couldn't possibly hurt anyone else. least while nobody judges.
this includes judging yourself.
remember that everyone will fabricate whatever reality they want to live in.
we're all doing it.
just shrug and let them get on with it.
cake and eat it.

just love don't judge don't judge don't judge.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

so that's paint ball?

i guess i'll stop talking about it already.

i promise i've learned something.
my tolerance is just lower for this sort of thing.
it boggles my mind, so that it wants to seep out my ear.

heavy breathing in a greasy mask.

and just what is with how much it hurts?
tolerable, maybe but...
i just don't get it.

war's not my thing. 
not that it's yours. 
that's just what it's about for me.
that's just how it feels to be me.

what does it feel like to be you?

anyway, every once in a while you've got to get boggled.
everything's bouncing around in there.
and i've still got to get up early in the morning.

good night, incredible experiencer.
do you have any good bruises to show for it?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

rejoice! rejoice!

every chance you get.

this is an order, Godling.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

a rock and a hard place?

a hair cut is like a ceremony.
momentous. occasional.
turning points, like falling hair.

trapped, perhaps, sometimes
by a stone wall.

i swim in gravy.