this early morning

the moon is still out, hidden by clouds but still genuinely felt. Dashed by dreamscapes to awake to an un-abided energy calling out in constant revelry: the rain has come to clear the airs! every single tone has something to add to this joyous cheer. sketching the face of my beloved in dreams, learning a new shape and shade of nature reaching out beyond boundaries set by those unknowing. A certain calm falls over this being, this body sculpted for this skewed inner being, so curiously enamoured by the silence only the Earth can speak, which isn't 'silent' at all but rather a deep humming speech. Forever Endowed with Now. with a 'peacetime resistance' comes a new breath to what I only thought I knew, this comfort from another's eyes, opened or closed, beaming from a passed shadow, a place where we all felt alone at one juncture or another. though this chaotic haywire keeps sharing new colours with me, how can I possibly find perception stilled by mere ideas or notions, regardless of where they may be coming from or on what frequency I'm traveling. finding new poetry in the winds played again and again, there's no structure to this flowing vibration we call existence, only that which transforms to the wills we exude. imaginations explode with the fresh smell of african coffee brewing, what isn't from a foreign land these days? One must (and this is the ONLY way possible) orchestrate such morning glories. We must conduct our lives only as such, with brightness. With Love.

nau

there shall never be an 'again'. phosphorescent life climbs from the dingiest shadow imagined, only to blossom in to complete light. basking and reviving the once lamed sensation of living, away from the material gain of levels only attempted to reach. There never was a before or an after, we only recycle what's chosen to be remembered in an unconscious fit of masochism. Forever Now is all we've ever had, the only song that came to mind on windy days, the starlit day-break that shoved suicide to another date. We've lit our lives on fire before, even for an instant un-recalled, disintegrating that looming horror of action's weight, for to create a dream is far more trying than chasing them. be still. listen. manifest from the heart with acceptance and love. what could ever possibly be distracted when so intrinsically attentive? Whole-heartedly admitting to the day's circumstantial elaboration as we embrace time and space. another one on the rocks for the rocky terrain yet to be tried, nothing comes easy: to appreciate simply being in simplicity. please.