Fist pumps and soul bumps
Time is thief. It comes so hard in the night and infects so blatantly in broad daylight, perhaps even worse. I like it when people live in ignorance to thieves like these. I like when people dance on top of it, in sweet spite of it. These people move me and should move me to higher things. Don't listen to a world screaming "no" at the top of its lungs. Stand on it, take it with you, and ask what's next. Maybe if you press the question hard enough someone will light the way for you, walk with you, and you can find the answer together.
Tomorrow remains a possibility, never a promise, so one would wise up to stop acting as such. It's so so easy to get caught in that horrible small in the back of time, pulled stuck between the past's living devils and the future's unknowable darkness. I know I'll be released and catapulted into the flight of NOW if I want to be, if I can let it go and make wisdom today, creation today, love today. And should I reflect but a fraction of the things shone upon me by those who call claim to crowd around in unflinching, uncommon, unbelievable devotion then they will be bathed in the light of God's own eyes. If I were to reflect just a part of that then we'd all be better off, we will be better off. Until those times come, I'll keep reaching as far as outstretched fingers will allow.
Last night my downstairs neighbor gave me the 'ol broomstick on the ceiling to keep it down. I was preoccupied. You can't really shake the things you are, and I shouldn't even try to deny them when it means stifling smiles. I don't plan on frowning too much in the future.
Tomorrow remains a possibility, never a promise, so one would wise up to stop acting as such. It's so so easy to get caught in that horrible small in the back of time, pulled stuck between the past's living devils and the future's unknowable darkness. I know I'll be released and catapulted into the flight of NOW if I want to be, if I can let it go and make wisdom today, creation today, love today. And should I reflect but a fraction of the things shone upon me by those who call claim to crowd around in unflinching, uncommon, unbelievable devotion then they will be bathed in the light of God's own eyes. If I were to reflect just a part of that then we'd all be better off, we will be better off. Until those times come, I'll keep reaching as far as outstretched fingers will allow.
Last night my downstairs neighbor gave me the 'ol broomstick on the ceiling to keep it down. I was preoccupied. You can't really shake the things you are, and I shouldn't even try to deny them when it means stifling smiles. I don't plan on frowning too much in the future.