to breathe.
a road is traded for the peace. escape to open, return to enfold.
clarity an encounter so unfamiliar. here, sitting, recognition of what is now. existing.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
tracks.
1
to breathe.
a road is traded for the peace. escape to open, return to enfold.
clarity an encounter so unfamiliar. here, sitting, recognition of what is now. existing.
to breathe.
a road is traded for the peace. escape to open, return to enfold.
clarity an encounter so unfamiliar. here, sitting, recognition of what is now. existing.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
ya just gotta roll
.
so......
the last 5 months.
i ripped myself into many, many tiny shreds.
you know, in the good way.
a VERY, very nice way.
and it left me a little hollow.
out of touch, out of shape, sort of lost, and incredibly humbled.
it's amazing how we simply adjust.. get up, do the work, let go of expectations
along with forgetting how to write, believe, manifest and exist. there's a beauty and and a sadness in it all. the simplicity shines through, it becomes common place to relinquish all grasping. when you're in it, that's it.
++++++++++++
i move through yoga class... all that cultivated fluidity, strength, balance, flexibility and ease has disappeared, and along with it flew the ego. i have an addiction to the feeling that comes with physical endurance, but i just can't find it anymore. and my body is so far gone, the mind erased.. i'm not sure how to get there again. THERE. on the moving continuum. THERE, where no final point exists, no goal, no HERE. jesus christ, i GET it. one only has to read so many books on buddhism to understand the here and now. the lettting go. the THIS MOMENT. but god damn if only there were times where i was reading those things for the very first time.
++++++++++++
i ain't got shit to say right now.
there are no manifestos,
no sad stories,
no breaking souls.
all i got is a big, fat life of LOOOOVEEE.
yep.
and giggles.
so, when life give you the giggles.... well, you gotta love that.
words are out. images are in.
peace, my loves.
so......
the last 5 months.
i ripped myself into many, many tiny shreds.
you know, in the good way.
a VERY, very nice way.
and it left me a little hollow.
out of touch, out of shape, sort of lost, and incredibly humbled.
it's amazing how we simply adjust.. get up, do the work, let go of expectations
along with forgetting how to write, believe, manifest and exist. there's a beauty and and a sadness in it all. the simplicity shines through, it becomes common place to relinquish all grasping. when you're in it, that's it.
++++++++++++
i move through yoga class... all that cultivated fluidity, strength, balance, flexibility and ease has disappeared, and along with it flew the ego. i have an addiction to the feeling that comes with physical endurance, but i just can't find it anymore. and my body is so far gone, the mind erased.. i'm not sure how to get there again. THERE. on the moving continuum. THERE, where no final point exists, no goal, no HERE. jesus christ, i GET it. one only has to read so many books on buddhism to understand the here and now. the lettting go. the THIS MOMENT. but god damn if only there were times where i was reading those things for the very first time.
++++++++++++
i ain't got shit to say right now.
there are no manifestos,
no sad stories,
no breaking souls.
all i got is a big, fat life of LOOOOVEEE.
yep.
and giggles.
so, when life give you the giggles.... well, you gotta love that.
words are out. images are in.
peace, my loves.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
barely waving
(hi)
so i have this blog.. yes. a place where i used to write and write, spilling my soul, working over ideas, daydreaming out loud and dropping all the clatter that falls somewhere between bliss and heartache.
now i have no time. i think about scratching this site.. maybe in these few precious moments i should be taking a walk or reading a book. maybe i should hide this computer under the couch until the sun rises tomorrow and the madness starts all over again. but here i am, holding on. this blog, this space, has taken in so many of the words that i longed to share. on one hand, it seems to have done it's job and now i should simply say goodbye. and on the other... attachment.
it is pretty much impossible to suck the hope from this girl though.. so I'll hold one.
in the meantime, i do not want to talk about cooking or working.
instead, look.
so i have this blog.. yes. a place where i used to write and write, spilling my soul, working over ideas, daydreaming out loud and dropping all the clatter that falls somewhere between bliss and heartache.
now i have no time. i think about scratching this site.. maybe in these few precious moments i should be taking a walk or reading a book. maybe i should hide this computer under the couch until the sun rises tomorrow and the madness starts all over again. but here i am, holding on. this blog, this space, has taken in so many of the words that i longed to share. on one hand, it seems to have done it's job and now i should simply say goodbye. and on the other... attachment.
it is pretty much impossible to suck the hope from this girl though.. so I'll hold one.
in the meantime, i do not want to talk about cooking or working.
instead, look.
Monday, July 27, 2009
.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
ok
And I do, believe.
What about you?
What do you believe in?
truth.
pure, sweet, strong.
straight up, please.
freedom.
in all, for all.
carried in our bones
with the will to own it at any time.
listening.
intently, with care.
because every story holds an entire universe,
and every single person has the right to be heard.
putting it all at risk.
*
I'm invincible
so are you
we do all the things
they say we can't do
we walk around
in the middle of the night
and if it's too far to walk
we just hitch a ride
people are inherently good.
travel. sometimes solo.
we got rings of dirt
around our necks
we talk like auctioneers
and we bounce like checks
we smell like shit
still, when we walk down the street
all the boys line up
to throw themselves at our feet
i believe in a love so strong that I forget how to breathe.
you should eat your greens.
lots and lots, all the time, all kinds.
music really does make the world go round.
strong, black coffee.
sunday mornings with sleepy grins,
the New York Times,
playtime in bed,
and those steel-cut oats is not just a fantasy.
it's a long long road
it's a big big world
we are wise wise women
we are giggling girls
we both carry a smile
to show when we're pleased
we both carry a switchblade
in our sleeves
getting dirty.
it is all possible.
there are times to play the game and use what you have.
you should probably make up your own rules though.
you have every right to disagree with me on anything.
every breath is a chance to try again.
grace.
your gut feeling is always right.
thinking too much only distorts what you already know.
tell you one thing
I'm gonna make noise when I go down
for ten square blocks
they're gonna know I died
all the goddesses will come up
to the ripped screen door
and say,
what do you want, dear?
and I'll say,
I want inside
one of these days I'll write paragraphs again.
failure.
determination.
intention.
tears.
you.
Prasad.
I believe wholeheartedly in what I do.
beauty is everywhere.
pen to paper.
silence.
* ani difranco words
What about you?
What do you believe in?
truth.
pure, sweet, strong.
straight up, please.
freedom.
in all, for all.
carried in our bones
with the will to own it at any time.
listening.
intently, with care.
because every story holds an entire universe,
and every single person has the right to be heard.
putting it all at risk.
*
I'm invincible
so are you
we do all the things
they say we can't do
we walk around
in the middle of the night
and if it's too far to walk
we just hitch a ride
people are inherently good.
travel. sometimes solo.
we got rings of dirt
around our necks
we talk like auctioneers
and we bounce like checks
we smell like shit
still, when we walk down the street
all the boys line up
to throw themselves at our feet
i believe in a love so strong that I forget how to breathe.
you should eat your greens.
lots and lots, all the time, all kinds.
music really does make the world go round.
strong, black coffee.
sunday mornings with sleepy grins,
the New York Times,
playtime in bed,
and those steel-cut oats is not just a fantasy.
it's a long long road
it's a big big world
we are wise wise women
we are giggling girls
we both carry a smile
to show when we're pleased
we both carry a switchblade
in our sleeves
getting dirty.
it is all possible.
there are times to play the game and use what you have.
you should probably make up your own rules though.
you have every right to disagree with me on anything.
every breath is a chance to try again.
grace.
your gut feeling is always right.
thinking too much only distorts what you already know.
tell you one thing
I'm gonna make noise when I go down
for ten square blocks
they're gonna know I died
all the goddesses will come up
to the ripped screen door
and say,
what do you want, dear?
and I'll say,
I want inside
one of these days I'll write paragraphs again.
failure.
determination.
intention.
tears.
you.
Prasad.
I believe wholeheartedly in what I do.
beauty is everywhere.
pen to paper.
silence.
* ani difranco words
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
our realities.
huddled in sweaters, under steel gray skies
absorbed in this city
my home
there is kindness, love, appreciation around every corner
the rains and the gray bring out the souls
as people dig dip to find the light from within
i see this one day, say this one day
and tomorrow ache to wander the streets
of faraway lands
to see
and to escape
to escape parts of this reality i have created
i feel the itch of packed bags, plane rides
the itch to be lost
and in lost reach home
the core
of this existence
remembrance
of why
who
am
i
much to love
love itself
this is my game
maybe you'll play along
to find someday, oneday
time
late mornings
crumpled bed linens
sweat
words
those faraway lands
where the days are long
the wine is rich
colors vibrant
and we see them all
every drip
shine
inch
the souls jump out
and our hearts become our skin
wrapped snugly in pure truth
and there is nothing
absolutely no thing
that could possibly be hidden
because the light pours
curling around
all love
turning
making
becoming
creating
from here to all
let us see beauty
where is the peace?
how do we live in peace
sharing the same world with starving children
turning pain into shiny black and white portraits
for others to witness
to draw compassion
i want to look at the world clearly
even with clouds
shine light through the fog
onto truth
we stand
and hold hands
the peace
here
now
you can have my heart
all beings
yours
it is
be kind, please
for the delicate days
it may shatter slightly
to rebuild the next
on strong foundation
ever evolving
loving
all
absorbed in this city
my home
there is kindness, love, appreciation around every corner
the rains and the gray bring out the souls
as people dig dip to find the light from within
i see this one day, say this one day
and tomorrow ache to wander the streets
of faraway lands
to see
and to escape
to escape parts of this reality i have created
i feel the itch of packed bags, plane rides
the itch to be lost
and in lost reach home
the core
of this existence
remembrance
of why
who
am
i
much to love
love itself
this is my game
maybe you'll play along
to find someday, oneday
time
late mornings
crumpled bed linens
sweat
words
those faraway lands
where the days are long
the wine is rich
colors vibrant
and we see them all
every drip
shine
inch
the souls jump out
and our hearts become our skin
wrapped snugly in pure truth
and there is nothing
absolutely no thing
that could possibly be hidden
because the light pours
curling around
all love
turning
making
becoming
creating
from here to all
let us see beauty
where is the peace?
how do we live in peace
sharing the same world with starving children
turning pain into shiny black and white portraits
for others to witness
to draw compassion
i want to look at the world clearly
even with clouds
shine light through the fog
onto truth
we stand
and hold hands
the peace
here
now
you can have my heart
all beings
yours
it is
be kind, please
for the delicate days
it may shatter slightly
to rebuild the next
on strong foundation
ever evolving
loving
all
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