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Ah, alone again. It's funny how one must wake up early to get the solitude one wishes. And by early, I mean by their clocks. I'm taking a moment to look at my life. Honestly, I don't have anything negative or positive to say.
I am standing on a pillar surveying my life-scenery. I'm observing little flaws in the landscape where bombs have left scars that are healing slowly. Over-all, the light that shines down on my landscape is that of love and abundance. There are a few passing dark clouds of circumstance - mostly money related - but as most things do, circumstance changes. I am enjoying the view.
I feel a painting coming on. Not just the party art we have been doing but a real painting. Something I have not treated myself to for a very long time. The cool thing about it is that I have the materials to do the painting. I have a drywall tile that is about 2'x4'. A painting that specific size is going to be a challenge because I have never done it before. I am really looking forward to it now.
There is a cool party going on tonight that I am also looking forward to. My friend Nate, that I haven't seen in a long time is throwing it. Actually, we were there last weekend and I really love all the people that belong in that group. I love my friends. They are the most unique and wonderful group. **Hello friends! I love you and miss you when I am not there.** I know I am not good at calling to check in on my friends but know that you are in my mind.
I must really look at the clouds now. They have a possibility of becoming larger and more ominous if they go un addressed. That is a job for some real paper brain-storming. Some things just can't be done effectively in an electronic format.
Let me post a bit of poetry now - since I haven't been writing it lately, I really want to dig up some old inspiration and make it more solid. So, here it goes;
Purgatory.
In a state of waiting.
One can only sit in an eddy for a short while.
The river moves the rot - willing or not - to a different shore.
There is energy here in the quiet.
It ebbs and flows much more quietly and fools
the fools with no patience to listen.
In a state of just being
while the wrinkles
in the imperfect fabric I've woven in haste
begin to smooth themselves out
And the intentions, like colors
begin to fade in the sun.
I am left in a simple state of being
A simple state of waiting.
Purgatory.
"Contemplate the muffin." ; >
I am standing on a pillar surveying my life-scenery. I'm observing little flaws in the landscape where bombs have left scars that are healing slowly. Over-all, the light that shines down on my landscape is that of love and abundance. There are a few passing dark clouds of circumstance - mostly money related - but as most things do, circumstance changes. I am enjoying the view.
I feel a painting coming on. Not just the party art we have been doing but a real painting. Something I have not treated myself to for a very long time. The cool thing about it is that I have the materials to do the painting. I have a drywall tile that is about 2'x4'. A painting that specific size is going to be a challenge because I have never done it before. I am really looking forward to it now.
There is a cool party going on tonight that I am also looking forward to. My friend Nate, that I haven't seen in a long time is throwing it. Actually, we were there last weekend and I really love all the people that belong in that group. I love my friends. They are the most unique and wonderful group. **Hello friends! I love you and miss you when I am not there.** I know I am not good at calling to check in on my friends but know that you are in my mind.
I must really look at the clouds now. They have a possibility of becoming larger and more ominous if they go un addressed. That is a job for some real paper brain-storming. Some things just can't be done effectively in an electronic format.
Let me post a bit of poetry now - since I haven't been writing it lately, I really want to dig up some old inspiration and make it more solid. So, here it goes;
Purgatory.
In a state of waiting.
One can only sit in an eddy for a short while.
The river moves the rot - willing or not - to a different shore.
There is energy here in the quiet.
It ebbs and flows much more quietly and fools
the fools with no patience to listen.
In a state of just being
while the wrinkles
in the imperfect fabric I've woven in haste
begin to smooth themselves out
And the intentions, like colors
begin to fade in the sun.
I am left in a simple state of being
A simple state of waiting.
Purgatory.
"Contemplate the muffin." ; >