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Once a Lifetime

There are no words to describe this mystery in mind, How it all became? What we are destined to? So sit down and I’ll tell you how it all came true.  The fact of the matter, is hardly the case.  If you don’t believe me just look up in space.  To reach this far back one must see, a much different reality.  Questioned back to the start of time, with a feeling of clandestine.  Primordial funk envelops in Space.  Don’t be fooled that this is a race.  Piercing through this veil of time, one sees a paradigm, captured Truth in an open mind, relates it to all mankind.  

The Ocean

The Ocean, is there not a more interesting topic than this, when it comes to near by unknown universes?  The ocean has it’s hand in every natural phenomena on Earth’s outer skin.  She expresses herself through her vast interconnected body characterized by her fiery brothers, rock and mental.  She sings an endless symphony of life, from her darkest depths to her tranquil shores, currents and eddies go round like a needle on a record.  Lost below the surface is a world reflecting ours. Communities thrive, balancing the scale in a precise krill to baleen whale ratio.  Infinitely trapped in turmoil,  she is in constant play with the wind and the moon; she cannot be at rest.  In collaboration with the wind she beats up on her younger brother rock.  Wind and waves collide smash rocking changing him over millennia, leaving him jagged and vulnerable.  She is a keeper of treasures, she can hold onto to something longer than a jealous relative.  She will keep your wildest dreams and your most retched nightmare side by side, never seeing one without a hint of the other.  The Ocean she saves me, an escape away from a land locked life, I am free, suspended, at the mercy of her majesty.  She is rich in waves, her most prized possession.  Although she shares them with us endlessly, offering rides on her back, they do not go without consequence, some paying the ultimate price.  The ocean calls upon those who take her lightly, tossing them humbled covered in sand back to shore where they may stay now forever.  You must open up to her, share yourself, be totally at peace then she will begin to reward you.  If you put in the time to understand and appreciate her, she’ll give you everything you need.  This is the story of girl she cried and became the whole world, this is a story of a girl.    

SeeThru

Faced with circumstance, it is possible to make your own destiny?  Or are you always depended on the will of another?  We become great because others have failed before us. Hard work, a safe bet, invest your money or your time, which will be more fruitful.  The sure thing or risk it all, give and take, we all learn from each other.  The illusion of helplessness or the blindness of courage.  The poor man content with his pack, or the trophy wife crying behind oversized sunglasses.  Strip us down we are all the same.  What I’m talking about is attitude, it will turn water into wine and a natural disaster into a chance to star anew.  A dramatic event is what unites people together, a long night of drinking, or being stuck in lower Manhattan on the wrong day, emotions amplified, empathy expressed, a bond is formed.  A clear vision rises out of the dust or from the first taste of coffee the morning after.  When you let you’re guard down, the raw similarities of the human experience start to glean like dusk on calm ocean waters.

This is a Lie

I had a dream once, it came on like a shot of adrenaline, blasting me into a new world. One foreign to the average person but, in the moment I understood it. All at once I saw it all happening in front of me, in a dreamland it all made sense. It was a world many have dreamt before, tranquil, an Eden for the soul. I awoke into slow moving a pace step after step slowly the world began to dim, the meaning became a lost stone on a beach with many. Still beautiful it was, I walked on, in search of the same novelty.

Close to the Edge

I sit in wonder, starring through glass into a greener world.  Natural flavors augmented my body into a tea leaf, more natural than the bacteria in my gut alone.   Structures of landscapes, built by man to be observed by man.  3 hairs irritate me more than my churning stomach. This is the learning environment, people around with words in the air spark flow of my words onto a paper that should be filed with notes.  I’ve never had a winners mindset, I am who I am, I am content in the worst way possible, confused with ideologies.  To be the best that you can be, acquire power and wealth, to serve the people of the world.  Or I find my way which is unique to myself, carried by my heart and hopes.  Content with today only to carry through to tomorrow a smile satisfied by the day working to save your dollar to smile on the next.  Hungry stomachs carry frowns to register in the minds of on lookers, smile to clear your head, drawing the pain out of the face that has corroded into cold demeanor.  A Bohdisattva’s job is to cure all the suffering of the world.  My view is from so high up compared to everyone around me, my desires turn to shrink down to met my peers, to share their world with me.  Leaving, that is my rock bottom, to pick up and go away, leave it all behind.  Why be apart of the “World” when you don’t know your path?  I think of myself as a drifter.  To embrace the landscape for exactly what it is.