Follow your heart of gold...

The odds against me were getting higher everyday. There is absolutely no possible way that everything can go my own? Or can it? Is this the moment my belief pays off? The moment I am proven wrong. Where all my self-doubt and hate finally lose against the prevalence of determination and manifestation of good? As much as I am afraid, I am far more curios how this plays out, so here is my pledge and prediction. The next two weeks are going to turn out in my favor. In every aspect in all possible ways. I will love and be loved. I will succeed and offer guidance of my own. I will smile and put smiles on people's faces. I won't hesitate and I will actively quiet the voices in my head, telling me I don't deserve it. For I deserve everything. And if I don't, you'll be the first to know. 

A moment of silence is the greatest sound...

He knows that paradise doesn't come without a cost. And it is expensive, the gate is narrow. Whoever visits discovers that life is beautiful, that the sun can in fact be divided into individual rays. That it's no longer that boring, round ball one can't even look at. He dreads the next month, when he'll go back to work full of people with empty looks, emptier than the looks of the people here. Everybody thinking about getting home, making dinner, and then escaping reality. Who knew reality is this white powder, not paradise.

Here is what I need from you. A very simple ask. One might say even mundane. So here it goes: let me inside your soul. Inside that abandoned paradise. And let me walk on that road to your heart. Let me see through that window you hold inside. Through which I can stare into space, where the waves of oceans, filled with stars are hitting the shores of galaxies. I will seize everything that I see with my words. And I promise you, I will make you immortal. 

The rush of a new life...

Out of the darkness, show me the way...

Deep down under and all I've seen,

beyond the wonders and still I dream.

I know I can make that sacrifice,

what is hopeless and what is real?

I wish I knew how I feel,

I hope I can find that love inside.

Give me shelter, bring me along,

5here's a place where we all belong.

Still I wonder, where's my paradise?

Thinking I might lose it all...

He wants to do the right thing. He always does. But he thinks the right thing is martyrdom. He thinks if he suffers enough for whatever sins he has committed, then he's absolved. That's why he took the fall yesterday. Every time he comes up against something difficult, he just wants to make it go away, and he thinks the way to do that is self-flagellation. He's obsessed with punishment. But that's not how this works, does it? Him going down in flames fixes nothing. Him hanging from the gallows fixes nothing. The world's still broken. A war's still coming. The only way to properly make amends is to stop it, which you don't want to do, because really what this is about him being afraid. 

Set on a collision course...

It's time to go home...

One of my biggest misconceptions in life was that I thought love was a fascination, or a desire to be around someone, or wanting to make them happy. I believed it just happened, like a slap to the face, and left the way the sting from such a blow fades. That is, until I met you, I didn't understand to feel loved, one has to feel known. And that, outside of my family, I had never really loved because I hadn't bothered to know the other person. But I know you, and you know why you're not a monster, but I might be. We are continually becoming and I don't want to go through this world without the one person I can't hide from and who can't hide from me.

The last cold winters I recall...

I have these lines that I won't cross. But then something happens, and I find myself on the other side of them. And turns out ... nothing bad happens. So then suddenly I possess the very dangerous information that I can break rules and the world won't instantly come to an end. I've taken a big, black, bold line and I've made it a little bit grey. And now every time I cross it again, it just gets greyer and greyer until one day I look around and I think, there was a line here once, I think.

Because like the depths of the ocean his path forward won't be easy. But he wasn't brought here for easy. He is here for so much more. Because he wants to push boundaries. To seek truth. He is temptation and seduction and heat. He is a mirror and a sorcerer and inside him swirls the power of the ancients. But in the space of that truth - he must also know this. He also deserves the deepest ease. Someone who will give him grace and know him deeply. Someone who won't ask him to translate himself or diminish himself or quiet his storm or tone down his extravagant love. Someone like you.

How come no one told me...

My whole life waiting for the right time...

Everything is alright,

since you came along.

And before you

I had nowhere to run to,

and nothing to hold on to.

I came so close to giving up,

and I wonder if you know,

how it feels to let it go?

Find the words to stay...

Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent. It depends in part upon the myth-making imagination of humankind. To experiences greatness I must have a feeling for the myth I am in. I must reflect what is projected upon me. And I must not fear. For fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

Can't see the forest through the trees...

By the skin of my teeth...

He doesn't know how to get over it, because at this point he's so tired of himself. He doesn't know how to let go. And he realizes that you don't let go just once. You say goodbye over a lifetime. You might not have thought about it for a couple of years, then you'll hear a song or you'll walk past somewhere that reminds you of a life you could have had - something will come to the surface that you'd totally forgotten about. And you say another goodbye. You have to be prepared to let go and let go and let go a thousand times. Does it get easier? Not much, he knows.

Lead them to paradise...

There's a tornado in my city...

There's a heatwave coming at us,

too hot to think straight,

too cold to panic.

All of the problems just feel dramatic,

and now we're running' to the first spot that we find.

I'll just have to pray...

This life of mine which I am supposedly living, perhaps is not merely a piece of the entirety of existence, but is in a certain sense the whole; only this whole is not so constituted that it can be surveyed in one single glance. This, as I know, is the closest thing I would call sacred. A mystic formula which is really so simple and so clear: This is me. I am in the east and in the west. I am below and above. I am this whole world.

So that means he can throw himself flat on the ground, stretched out upon the soil, with a certain conviction that he will be okay. He is as firmly established, as invulnerable and indeed a thousand times more complex. As surely he will be engulfed by tomorrow, so surely will he bring himself forth anew to striving and suffering. And not merely some day: but now, today, every day he is bringing himself forth, not once but thousands upon thousands of times, just as every day he swallows the world a thousand times over. For eternally and always there is only now, one and the same now; the present is the only thing that has no end.