Yesterday and days before...

Someone told me long ago,

there's a calm before the storm,

and I know it's been coming for some time.

When it's over so they say,

it'll rain a sunny day.

I know shining down like water,

I want to know,

have you ever seen the rain?

Don't leave me on my own...

We are all born and someday we'll all die. Most likely to some degree alone. But what if our aloneness isn't a tragedy? What if our isolation is what allows us to speak the truth without being afraid? What if our lonesomeness is what allows us to adventure - to experience the world as a dynamic presence - as a changeable, interactive thing?

To take that first step towards reaching a goal or realizing a dream, knowing that there will perhaps be a thousand more steps to follow in order to make it happen, can be daunting. It's simple and yet complicated. We often think we can't achieve our wildest dreams or that we are somehow incapable, and then we never, ever take that first step. The hardest part after working and working, is to actually accept that I deserve success. Success in itself is kind of scary too, as it comes with having to be responsible, and not flake out. The people who have supported you and invested in you deserve that. I guess what I am trying to say is that if you want something, you have to take action. A little step towards it every day. Match your energy and vibration with what you envision. Believe. You deserve success, so go for it.

Time will tell, if I prevail...

Coming for some time...

It will rain a sunny day...

The universe will answer you prayers better than you think. Of course, you will not always get exactly what you've asked for. We all have sorrows and disappointments, but one must never forget that, if commended to the will of time and space, they will issue in good, for the solutions of the cosmos are far better than any we could conceive. Yet still, there comes a time in your life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with those who make you laugh. Forget the bad and focus on the good. Love the ones who treat you right, pray for the ones who don't. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living.

Let go, let god...

Sometimes on your travel through hell, you meet people that think they are in heaven because of their cleverness and ability to get away with things. Travel past them because they don't understand who they have become and never will. These type of people feel justified in revenge and will never learn mercy or forgiveness because they live by comparison, and they have never learned that knowing when to let go is more important than knowing how to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You've got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it. It's like boats. You keep your motor on so you can steer with the current. And when you hear the sound of the waterfall coming nearer and nearer, tidy up the boat, put on your best tie and hat, and smoke a cigar right up till the moment you go over. That's a triumph.

Maybe we'll be forty years together...

If we were vampires and death was a joke,

we'd go out on the sidewalk and smoke,

and laugh at all the lovers and their plans.

I wouldn't feel the need to hold your hand,

maybe time running out is a gift

I'll work hard until the end of my shift,

and give you every second I can find,

and hope it isn't me who's left behind.

Show me who you are...

And I looked and looked at him, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved him more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else. He was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds.

To muse for long unwearied hours with my attention riveted to some frivolous device upon the margin, or in the typography of a book - to become absorbed for the better part of a summer's day in a quaint shadow falling aslant upon the tapestry, or upon the floor - to lose myself for an entire night in watching the steady flame of a lamp, or the embers of a fire - to dream away whole days over the smell of a flower - to repeat monotonously some common word, until the sound, by dint of frequent repetition, ceased to convey any idea whatever to the mind - to lose all sense of motion or physical existence in a state of absolute bodily quiescence long and obstinately persevered in. To do all that and be, indeed, altogether unparalleled, but certainly defiant to any thing like logic or reason.

I'll be what you want...

A piece of your heart...

The cracks in the mirror...

Being broken isn't the worst thing. I guess it all depends on how you look at it. It is possible to be mended and put together again. The shattered pieces need not be scattered, and we don't have to be ashamed of our past. We can embrace the history that gives us value, and see our cracks as beautiful For trust is not a gasoline-soaked blanket that succumbs to the matches of betrayal, never able to be used for its warmth again; it's a tapestry that wears thin in places, but can be patched over if you have the right materials, circumstances, and patience to repair it. If you don't, you're always the one who feels the coldest when winter comes.

Put it all on me...

We're constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it. And on this sleepless night, as the darkness advances and somehow the sky is getting darker still, look up at the sky and remind yourself that despite what it may feel like, despite what logic would dictate, what rationalist would scoff at, and non-believers pity, never forget that no matter where you are in the world, who is by your side, and who no longer is, always remember that the moon is never bigger than your thumb.

These reckless thoughts of mine...

Our love is alive and so we begin,

foolishly laying our hearts on the table

and stumbling in.

Our love is a flame burning within,

now and then fire light will catch us,

stumbling in.

Our hearts on the table, stumbling in...

The proof in is in the pudding...

There are two missions we are obligated to carry out during our life journey. The first, is to seek truth. The second, is simply to be good.For life is just one big board game where you have to make it from start to finish. And what better way to do so, than to be good? The hardest part is dealing with all the obstacles that prevent smooth sailing. The trick is to always strive to be the right person in all situations – regardless of personal cost. Your aim is to make sure the right book on your shoulder weighs more that the bad book on the left. The scales are real. Regardless of what you choose to believe.

Karma is not an inviolate engine of cosmic punishment. Rather, it is a neutral sequence of acts, results, and consequences. Receiving misfortune does not necessarily indicate that one has committed evil. But it is a sufficient indicator of something else. And that something else can be anything, as long as it is a logical consequence of what has come before. Consider: if you fall into a well, you are not a bad person who deserves to suffer - you are merely someone who took a wrong step. The chain of cause and effect goes way, way back into the deepest hoariest recesses of your personal past. So never rule out retribution. But never expect it.

My eyes are closed, but they're still green...

Right at that moment it was as if we were the only two people left in the world. And I don't mean that to sound corny; it just honestly did. The only sounds were the droning crickets and the singing of birds meshed together with the waves crashing against the sandy shore. There were no car horns. No trains. No jack-hammers. No lawnmowers. No planes. No sirens. No alarms. No anything human. It was as if we stepped through a portal into an alternative dimension. Somewhere only we existed, and for the briefest of moments were able to disassociate with the past in a way that allowed us to clearly see one-another. It was in that moment that, for the first time ever, I really felt known. Understood so very deeply. And no so very alone.