The Warm Up

I feel really good today. I've been feeling good all week actually, so good that I don't remember what bad feels like & that is truly a blessed feeling. See, I gave up.

I relinquished control of my world to the unknown.

The same unknown that I am sure created the world. I am a child of chance, a victim of fate. I have the power to take that step forward, but not the sight to see where it might lead me in the end. No matter what impending doom is around the corner, I have to take that step forward, I can only hope to move my arm & it moves.

Hope is all I got.

We work on a system of trust.

I trust in whatever beats my heart to look out for the girl.

What else can I do?

Our world is laced with wants, with greed laced with a false sense of need, with lust for unimportant & impermanent belongings, for definition from all of these factors that would otherwise be found in ourselves.

Everything about this world we have created on top of the world given to us in the end simply fills another man's pocket with ill gotten gold, the pursuit of happiness is ultimately futile. We are the very definition of happiness, our existence, Being is happiness.

The journey is realizing that singular truth.

& finding the perfect balance of want vs need when approaching the spiritually poisonous world around us.

“The false pursuit of joy, of a lie, has made us ugly, fat, unhealthy, cancerous & miserable & we will die this way without reality. Without discovery, depending on everything but yourself to provide that smile on your face? Whose muscles do you use to widen that grin? To bear your pearly whites? Whose face is it that smiles? Is it not your own? So why depend on another source when the action is born in you alone? “

Do good & good will happen.

Give a smile, get a smile.

The Queen all the fire I've been through built astonishes me.

I write in the dark, by candlelight, my mind filled to the brim with liquid joy.

My soul speaks the loudest. My aura is what they feel. No matter the wrapper. What's underneath last's longer, the taste is savoured, the energy shared, the gift translated.

“I just wanna lay my head on your chest & watch the planes fly by”

Fuck with me.

This world is empty.
Let's fill it up.

Light beaming.