Random Awesomeness

Four in the morningis just a time of dayit comes and goeswithout fanfarewithout warning Oo(-_-)y-~

all i need breathable airclean waterand a friend some critical theoryto defend the run of a placewith no lines to crosswhere sacred spacewas never lost a little less timea lot more spineand the wherewithal to find all i need Peace/Love m(___)m

they came to him with compassionand shared humanitythey came to him with competence confidentassured by experience they offered him many choicesshared their best ideasand with the patience of Jobthey listened Peace/Love m(___)m

from a place of unknowingbefore entropic force lay bare the souland all apparent options are abandonedleft to diei and iprepare what dreams are realizedin this mourning airof all things ephemeral the quest for claritycontinuesas if nothing ever existed in the first place Peace m(-_-)m

it is knownwhat becomesis that which repeatsit is known but this again and again manifests as its own tautology and so to continue risks a self-depreciatory effect thus the practice it is knownthat each iteration arrives with promisefor stabilityfor pedagogyfor the presumption of quality and yetalthough this essential repetition procures exactly thatbecoming also every stable [...]

another dayanother impossible wayto live and yet we do itoften even gladlyas our lives suffer through it our children bare the burdenthe appeasement of egoyes all too human all too certainfor all to shareour all too fleeting time while here and therewe do the crimeand live Peace/Love m(~_<)m

a cool morning breezethat life-affirming look in your eyesa wayward ray of sunshinetruth shall never becompromised syncopated rhythmswarm afternoon rainnonsequitous ideaslurking in the darknessof my dissonant brain rainbows and waterfallsmiracles in the morning sunrecognizing friends of oldsharing shenaniganswhen we were young Peace/Love m(-_-)m

it’s gone that fearthat maddeningly pernicious apprehension that has been digging within me for so long yesit’s gone no more diggingno longer is that fear burrowing like a frightened moleever excavating those built-up bulwarks of consciousness into the dark crevices of my monkey mind it simply vanishedand… save some subtle shadowslurking like a left over [...]

broken beyond repairthis tired old machinemade of water carbon and air configured and contained withina surprisingly large mass of skin now witheredand thin this bodythis vehicle for a soulthis vessel for nature’s beautyshining throughbefore time doth take its toll yet still it moves mefor as life reveals my fatal pridethis body reaches deep inside and [...]

i see youhidingjust behind the eyes and in that momentrealizethe path to power more than violenceand much more than knowledgeyou stand apart defenselessto the onslaughtof love and forever transformedby the shining truthof vulnerability there you are Peace m(___)m