Free Write 1/25/19

In this space we begin again and again There is no choice
but to begin over and over As many times as this life demands
We choose to go along or we resist and remain where we are
I found you sleeping beneathe the tree in your backyard You
asked my why I had let you sleep so long and all I could say
was you looked so peaceful and beautiful I left the city today
because there was nothing left for me The beach is never lonely
It has itself for company We are drawn to water so easily We
find ourselves by water as often as we can

Time is unrooted and now there is nothing holding it all together
I could have sworn today was next week but it isn't at all

Thoughts from Morning Meditation

You who wish to dwell within hope and possibility.

To believe in more.

To see with our heart.

In our own way
we each feed
and grow from light.

Filling myself with the light of morning
I still my mind and feel essential vibrations

Peace. Chant. Peace. Om.

I am searching for the infinite light.

To be human is to seek.

Surrender the self.

See yourself as one part of a whole.
The whole is greater than any one of us can see.

Awaken to the possibility of how much
lies beneathe the surface of existence.

Finite self searching for the infinite self.

Still the mind and body.

To be closer to all of creation.

To create the better self through struggle.

To foster light and understanding in all creation.

Infinite Wave

Start with nothing

Object of existence

Place of unthinking

Pure sound of release

Fragments placed carefully

Create a collage of memory

Break the mirror

Rearrange the pieces

Glue them to a wall

Peace of mind

Doesn't last forever

Play the record

Until the grooves 

Are worn out

I hear nothing 

When I sleep

There is no danger

Only possibility

Sentences can't convey

All the thoughts

I wish to release

Words are insufficient

But they will do

Open up the part 

Of yourself living in fear

Let the beast go

If there is a God

She lives as wind

Flowing through 

The universe

An endless wave

All can feel

Association

FOCUS on an image. FOCUS on a word.
Pick one. It doesn't matter what it is. Let's
say FRUIT. FRUIT. Have you had one
today? What color was it? How did it taste?
Did you choke on a seed or swallow it?
Be SPECIFIC. APPLE. It was an APPLE.
It was GREEN and a little SOUR and was
CRISP when I bit into it. This is FICTION.
There was no APPLE TODAY. What was
THERE? THERE was WORK. WORK
was WORK. It was harmless and mindless.
Where did my mind GO? It didn't GO any
where. It was merely HERE. HERE. What
place is HERE? It is my room on a Friday
night, ALONE. ALONE? Yes. I can hear
the WAVES and WIND only because I
recorded them a few days ago. I am in a
ROOM ALONE. I could not be further
from the WATER. WATER WATER
everywhere or so we would hope. THEY
say we are running out of WATER. We
are. We have been reckless. We PRETEND
everything is fine. We will grow thirsty
without any WATER. Running through
sprinklers will be a thing of the past to
children dressed only in their underwear
on hot summer DAYS. DAYS run away
from US. They disappear behind US as
if they never were but they were for we
must LIVE with the consequences of our
CHOICES. CHOICES are free to be made
though often we feel as though we have
none. Having no choice is a choice. FREE
WILL. Let's not get started on this. We
will be here all night and we need our rest.