Every moment, I start to replay...

When you hurt under the surface,

like troubled water running cold -

well, time can heal, but this won't.

So, before after day goes bay,

is there something I can say 

to make your heart beat better?

She would hate to see me cry...

I read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character I admire to live as. I do my best to love and lose and bleed, to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read me like the epic novel I you want to be. I try to remember to always reach for the stars, even though they are the farthest thing out there. When I make an effort to reach deep into myself, it is the same thing, but in the opposite direction. She once told me that if I somehow manage to reach in both directions, I will have spanned the whole universe. Quite the thought, isn't it? Especially knowing that the sun will rise and set regardless. What I choose to do with the light while it's here ... well ... that's a whole other beast entirely. A bit of advice? Journey wisely.

Ego death is where you find happiness...

Balancing on breaking branches...

I believe that with all things in life, there is a constant need to let go of the idea of trying hard to get something, have something or be something. As long as you comply with that idea, you will constantly remain in a place of heaviness. The opposite of this is the state of allowing, of setting out the intentions of what you wish, putting in the required action and not self-sabotaging yourself by trying hard or expecting results to unfold in a particular way. Anything that's worth something to you in life such as love, abundance, freedom, peace is in a continuous state of flow. And the truest story - the one that will always be truest - is that I am a human being, being human. Sometimes, I am my best self. Sometimes, not so much. But goddamn, I am trying to do better. I am always trying to do better. My guess is that you are, too.

Living for the hope of it all...

This is me trying...

I've been having a hard time adjusting,

I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting.

I didn't know if they'd care if I came back,

I have a lot of regrets about that.

Pulled the car off the road to the lookout,

could've followed my fears all the way down,

and maybe I don't quite know what to say,

but I'm here to stay.

Breathe me out...

There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes it involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved, for the sake of something greater. To reach beyond the mundane and commit your life to a higher cause. Neither of these are easy, but those can muster up the strength, are surely destined for abundance. But sometimes it doesn't even take all that much. Sometimes it is nothing more than gritting your teeth through pain, and the work of every day, the slow walk toward a better life. That is the sort of bravery I must have now.

Wouldn't it be fun if you were the one...

Never have fear...

A kind of light spread out from him. And everything changed colour. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And he was not afraid any more.

Once the soul awakens, the search begins and you can never go back. From then on, you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency and partial fulfillment. The eternal makes you urgent. You are loath to let compromise or the threat of danger hold you back from striving toward the summit of self-worth. Yet all these trips that we lay on ourselves - the heavy-duty fearing that we're bad and hoping that we're good, the identities that we so dearly cling to, the rage, the jealousy and the addictions of all kinds - never touch our basic wealth. They are like clouds that temporarily block the sun. But all the time our warmth and brilliance are right here. This is who we really are. We are one blink of an eye away from being fully awake.

Wishes in a wishing well...

The promise of aspiration is that it is evolutionary. The human condition is such that we are always aspiring to be something more, something better, something nobler. It starts as a thought, a want, a need, or a desire and then grows and evolves with intention and direction, upward with lust and hunger. The continued drive feeds the rise. When I think of excellence in motion, I think of the big picture. Because of the magnitude of this concept, I look at it from an aerial perspective. It is a mindset that challenges the boundaries of self-induced limits - that point where you aspire to exceed your expectations, where the mind-body-achievement connection resides and wins time and time again.

It sounds just like a song...

The knowledge that I have left with little intent to return had come over me in tiny droplets of realisation spread over the hours that we drove home. And each droplet of comprehension brought its own small measure of summertime sadness. Somehow I had managed to experience more in a week than I had the previous six months combined, and I couldn't understand how I wasn't overwhelmed - not in the slightest, not at all. I've always craved experience, but now I am starting to worry that I am addicted to it. Perhaps my rut wasn't connected to finding my own fate to follow, but the sincerity with which I flung myself towards it. It had taken me years to accept that the lack of fulfilment in my life was a deliberate finality, a curse I have inflicted upon myself in order to never become complacent - a soul left dismembered, forever waiting for its rebirth.

You're all that I can trust...

When it all falls, when it all falls down,

I'll be your fire when the lights go out.

When there's no one, no one else around

we'll be two souls in a ghost town.

When the world gets cold, I'll be your cover,

let's just hold onto each other.

I feel like flying...

Heaven help me...

One shall chase a thousand...

There’s something demanding about the stillness of the night; as if it knows his need for rest and demands that he has it. And if he impales the stillness with the incessant noise and raucous clamor of a mind ever ill at rest and in doing so he refuses to let the night bring what it does, the night will remain still but his soul will not.

I am one man, but I am still a man. I sure can't do everything, but I can, at least, do something. I can't possibly be everywhere in the world where there is need, but I am at the moment somewhere there is, at least, one need. I can't change everyone around me, but I can change me, by changing my perspectives. It is obvious I cannot reach the universe, but I know I can reach out to those I meet and am able to get to know. I am not just one man; I am a man that is empowered to make a difference in the world around me. So, I have to stop complaining that I am unable to see a clear path ahead. I just have to go ahead and do what I can, without knowing where it might lead - one person at a time.

The end is the beginning...

Whenever it poured like this, he felt as if time was pausing. It was like a cease-fire during which you could stop whatever you were doing and just stand by a window for hours, watching the performance, an endless curtain of tears falling from heaven. What the rain had been doing with itself, or where it came from, who could say? But it seemed to collect in a moment, as a crowd will, and in five minutes to have splashed all the sons and daughters of the world. He tries to remember that he can indeed dance in the storm. He doesn't have to wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long. He can do it now. However defeated he might be, right now, he can start again, right now; this very moment.