At work, by the time the shift is over, it is very late. So late that it is early. I'll leave and the chill and the dark will set in. After a long day is abruptly over there is silence.
Workers leave with the occasional "see you tonight." See you tonight. And, it starts to feel like a long while since yesterday, but its only been forty-minutes.
We work into tomorrow, and then we still don't stop. Words climb over into the next chapter. My life becomes one long page of text. From Monday to Saturday,
No breaks, no stops.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Living in a dream
We use the phrase "living in a dream" inclusively. We slap it onto those who don't own their reality. They take their thoughts and look at them, instead of the road they're driving on. Living in a dream
I with wonder think we have all missed a valuable use of this sentiment. A man goes to work, and just work, because he lives in his dreams. A woman buys makeup instead of food while living in a dream. A person places all his intents on a new car-toy-place-thing when living in a dream
Wherever the desires of our heart are there is our mind also.
And there is so much we are missing in our daily pursuits.
Let's look at the big picture for a moment or a while. Zoom out. See your doings and desires on a schematic. Ask ourselves: is this one of those little things that matters?
What if we want to adopt the view that can see us and ourselves in context. Which desire is big enough to let us see things as they really are? Give us a backdrop for our wants and desires?
What dream is the big dream?
Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce love? Or, did you already know?
When our desire is your desire we can see our desire in the proper light.
Then we can look at our desire through the lens of you seeing it as your desire, and love ourselves as we love you, or love you as we love ourselves.
I with wonder think we have all missed a valuable use of this sentiment. A man goes to work, and just work, because he lives in his dreams. A woman buys makeup instead of food while living in a dream. A person places all his intents on a new car-toy-place-thing when living in a dream
Wherever the desires of our heart are there is our mind also.
And there is so much we are missing in our daily pursuits.
Let's look at the big picture for a moment or a while. Zoom out. See your doings and desires on a schematic. Ask ourselves: is this one of those little things that matters?
What if we want to adopt the view that can see us and ourselves in context. Which desire is big enough to let us see things as they really are? Give us a backdrop for our wants and desires?
What dream is the big dream?
Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce love? Or, did you already know?
When our desire is your desire we can see our desire in the proper light.
Then we can look at our desire through the lens of you seeing it as your desire, and love ourselves as we love you, or love you as we love ourselves.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
There are five different things
You should know about me. I am, at heart, a racer. I like the competition. The kind that can only foster greatness and warmth. I like to be pushed back. I like the force when two bodies, equally matched, collide. It's how I scale mountains. Ascend if you dare.
I change the world. Not like Bill Gates or Steve Jobs. They took the hard way. I thrive on the first impression and build every relationship like a story. If every smile is well placed we ricochet ripples across the globe.
Things orbit my large head until they inevitably careen into it. We are, perhaps, as "smart" as we think we are, but that says nothing for intelligence. Any one of us can create a well of gravity at any moment, deeper and deeper until everyone is clamouring to get out of it, or go crashing into it, and that really hurts.
Reaching out and touching someone is as momentous as any Michelangelo. A brief contact can change lives. A flood of contact can smother them. We can be a torrent or a trickle, warm or cold. I have met warm showers and cold droplets.
There is much to be said for silence, there are piles of books on noise. But, which one lets you enjoy a field of flowers or a good-nights rest? I live in the city behind thick walls. I like to know the noise is there, just outside my little corner. I have been known to soothe to the sound of a passing train.
Five things that you should know about me, over here in the city with a beautiful lady, stars that rest on the couch, and a picnic on every tote.
I change the world. Not like Bill Gates or Steve Jobs. They took the hard way. I thrive on the first impression and build every relationship like a story. If every smile is well placed we ricochet ripples across the globe.
Things orbit my large head until they inevitably careen into it. We are, perhaps, as "smart" as we think we are, but that says nothing for intelligence. Any one of us can create a well of gravity at any moment, deeper and deeper until everyone is clamouring to get out of it, or go crashing into it, and that really hurts.
Reaching out and touching someone is as momentous as any Michelangelo. A brief contact can change lives. A flood of contact can smother them. We can be a torrent or a trickle, warm or cold. I have met warm showers and cold droplets.
There is much to be said for silence, there are piles of books on noise. But, which one lets you enjoy a field of flowers or a good-nights rest? I live in the city behind thick walls. I like to know the noise is there, just outside my little corner. I have been known to soothe to the sound of a passing train.
Five things that you should know about me, over here in the city with a beautiful lady, stars that rest on the couch, and a picnic on every tote.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
It freezes down
I feel bad for the cold. So self destructive, it creeps in when no one is looking. It finds the spots and builds into a nice, high, high pressure. Then, in the midst of victory and a frozen planet, a giant cosmic ball of hydrogen fusions all over it. And... that sucks.
Excuse me while I lament on the beach with a nice chilled drink.
Excuse me while I lament on the beach with a nice chilled drink.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Post-liberty
After the pomp and circumstance we find ourselves on the long road. It is where I am now. It is where most of us are now. Do we ever give it the thought it deserves?
Every journey begins with a fanfare of some sort. Start of the engines, a wave goodbye. Something needed. Trouble. A massive explosion launches the space shuttle high into atmosphere, finally reaching that starry scape so high above. As it should be. We celebrate that lifting off from our small, little planet as monumental. Much like leaving the safety of our home, the opening of a window, the start of a trip. Does it bely the great distance that trail will hold us for?
Life begins with much exertion, but much later than that it begins again. Adolescence.
Millions of growing youth and all they want is freedom. The time has come to be who they think they are. They've been alive a maximum of 18 years, and time is strangely compounded during that time. Now they unleash themselves on a world. A slow moving world. A world with more time and consistency than they have ever thought possible.
A human will live a maximum of something near four times that little one-eight, leaving one simple question.
Have you ever thought about what you will do with all that time?
There is so very much.
Every journey begins with a fanfare of some sort. Start of the engines, a wave goodbye. Something needed. Trouble. A massive explosion launches the space shuttle high into atmosphere, finally reaching that starry scape so high above. As it should be. We celebrate that lifting off from our small, little planet as monumental. Much like leaving the safety of our home, the opening of a window, the start of a trip. Does it bely the great distance that trail will hold us for?
Life begins with much exertion, but much later than that it begins again. Adolescence.
Millions of growing youth and all they want is freedom. The time has come to be who they think they are. They've been alive a maximum of 18 years, and time is strangely compounded during that time. Now they unleash themselves on a world. A slow moving world. A world with more time and consistency than they have ever thought possible.
A human will live a maximum of something near four times that little one-eight, leaving one simple question.
Have you ever thought about what you will do with all that time?
There is so very much.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Knowledge without perspective
At any given time I am in a number of classes. The class of light and shadow on the nearby ground, the class of tree limbs and falling leaves out front window, or the class of not getting hit when the gear won't shift on freeway (watch it, live, every morning between six and seven A.M); we are all aware: the schooling of life. Very few times do I ponder whether what I am observing is trying to fool me, that it has any ill intent. Leaves fall innocently. We make rules to understand, like gravity, around that fact. We observe and create our understanding. Facts present themselves and we explain them
But,
We live in a world filled with seemingly insurmountable amounts of facts. Understanding it all requires special tools: our own eyes and ears and noses and fingers and tongues are not enough. Now we have voices. We write, we record, we speak and it all flies onto the internet. Knowledge is handed out with only the effort of asking in one form or another. And, you know what? We see knowledge becomes subject to individual perspective as a thousand opinions all coalesce.
Soon, drugs are good and bad and irrelevant and important. Pornography is a natural and healthy pass-time and a destructive family-scourge. We should all be ourselves by conforming with whatever group makes us feel good. Wrong is right and right is wrong. Who is lying? With truths as distant as the internet how can we verify the honesty of anyone? We can't see the leaves falling anymore and we can't just look out the window.
We could try everything, but that something in between harming myself and buying an apple computer makes that sound like a bad idea.
No, there is a better way. We ask someone who knows. Someone who has our best interests at heart. The scourge of death and master orchestrator. The great overseer of life. GOD incorporated, whose son freed us and spirit guides us. Yes. He will know.
He will know
...
And, maybe then I will know whether I should buy 2% or whole.
But,
We live in a world filled with seemingly insurmountable amounts of facts. Understanding it all requires special tools: our own eyes and ears and noses and fingers and tongues are not enough. Now we have voices. We write, we record, we speak and it all flies onto the internet. Knowledge is handed out with only the effort of asking in one form or another. And, you know what? We see knowledge becomes subject to individual perspective as a thousand opinions all coalesce.
Soon, drugs are good and bad and irrelevant and important. Pornography is a natural and healthy pass-time and a destructive family-scourge. We should all be ourselves by conforming with whatever group makes us feel good. Wrong is right and right is wrong. Who is lying? With truths as distant as the internet how can we verify the honesty of anyone? We can't see the leaves falling anymore and we can't just look out the window.
We could try everything, but that something in between harming myself and buying an apple computer makes that sound like a bad idea.
No, there is a better way. We ask someone who knows. Someone who has our best interests at heart. The scourge of death and master orchestrator. The great overseer of life. GOD incorporated, whose son freed us and spirit guides us. Yes. He will know.
He will know
...
And, maybe then I will know whether I should buy 2% or whole.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Perceivings of our own selves
Being who we wish to be with the contrast of who we want to be *around* is difficult. Finding who we are and then bringing that into the relationships in questions, letting people value you for who you are is truly wonderful. One of the many methods for determining ourselves, then, is not whether we fit in, but where we fit in and if we like it there. Change occurs when we become aware of ourselves and our honest position in life and seek to improve it; to remove those things from it that we see as opposed to those things that frustrate our personal desires. Desires gained through much living and experiencing the pains and joys and noise and silence of life. The quantity of these experiences required before change, or the quality, is unique to the individual. Poignance is open to perspective. Life is full enough for all, however, and repentance is a process all must undertake. When and where are variables left to us and our God (Who is fully aware of our needs).
If we consider the difference between the changed (humbled, meek, gracious). And the unchanged, the experiences might be stark or non existent. War, pain, or even dismemberment are not determining factors for such wisdom. Experience is therefore no dictator of greatness. We are fully endowed with the ability to change who we are based on our circumstances and our understanding
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