This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
What life do I want to live? Who do I want to be? Be strong young one. You will find your place. You will live what you wish. Things are coming for you. People love you. The universe loves you because you are the universe! Embody the great spore spirit, the middleweight of ancient ways. Things happen for a reason and things dont seem real right now, or have any gumption. What do others feel? Am I inferior in some way? No. You must not doubt yourself and your worth. This mindset is the only thing that is preventing you from just being. Run with it, be free, dont be so serious! It’s just a dream!!!!!! It’s just a dream. Ahhhhh what a great thing to come back to. Love yourself. you are on the path and now you must walk it. Keep walking, keep walking and let nothing turn your head back. It’s a long winding emotional road and the stars aren’t always aligned with the backbone that I need them to have. More from this later, more from me now. More from home, more for the whales and more the dillydagwoods. Come back, come back……On the verge of insanity oh but what a belief! This passes and I watch it. It feels so good to write! Good vibes are generating. Love is growing. Metta to all the lovers, all the huggers, and all the muggers. You need the most love, or maybe you just need a sweatshirt
I’m awakened by the souls of seventeen days misplaced by an over-sized gasoline car piece. Do praise the days I leave in peace. More than two times have I pressed the button to which your attached to. Make your arms the longest wave of infinite space and motion. As a lack of words and a heart of longing say: “Don’t feed your mouth the later parts of your day.” Today has been carrots compared to yesteryear. Where does my hand lead me? A deepness only forgiven by a mothers breast. I cannot worship the eras of past times when men were dealt with on the soiled ground. With blood. Creature of mine I have no teeth to sink into you. I have only your juices flowing into me.
Without their chloroplasts plants would be left like the rest of us, to eat what they find. Instead they hold out their green palms and catch light. If there is magic in the world, surely this is it: the descendants of tiny creatures in leaves, capable of ingesting the sun.
Rock bottom is good solid ground, and a dead end street is just a place to turn around.
—Buddy Buie and J.R. Cobb, “Rock Bottom (via samsaranmusing)
Arab Song, 1932