" letting go of it "

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finding yourself at the edges of all that grudge, ire, frustration and pain, and tiring of the burden of it. the massive weight upon your shoulders like a vice grip of red electricity and the enormity of the earth at rest.

you come to an understanding like a well lit corridor which you walk down the length of until you discover a certain truth in an opening behind a dark door.

you don't need to hold on to this weight any longer.

coming to this realization fills you up with such anger towards yourself for being so blind and hateful for so long. this dissipates into the most profound searing soothing hope coursing throughout.

for just the briefest of moments you pay a small unnecessary homage to your heavy cloak of past misfortune; you sometimes felt that you deserved that self-inflicted treatment. and just like the sometimes blissful transition from dreams into awakedness, or the emergence from a dark tunnel into an open field, you find that you have made a choice.

one to move beyond your limitations, one to forego all past notions of doubt, woe, regret, and sorrow.

you can be free of it, and you are soaring.

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" known, but unwritten chapters "

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keep kind. keep striving and work hard at your craft. it will pay off.

keep generous, keep open. keep on top of your game, whatever the rules, bend and break them; excel at your flavor of greatness, and apologize whenever absolutely necessary. be humble, and be proud of your accomplishments.

keep brave and adventurous.

keep promises, keep a planner, keep and finish to-do lists. make lots of plans with lots of varied people and really make a focused effort to respect the time you spend together. these are your compatriots, collaborators, and time is a precious commodity, so treat it with respect.

keep a love in your heart, a strength of will in your bones, and pens & paper in your bag.

it's going to be an interesting experience, this life in this time, your time...and there's so much to do.

tonight's homework:

thank someone with a true thanks. they deserve it, and you are lucky to know them aren't you?

(yes you are.)

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" active archiving "

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keep them close. all of your precious memories, all of them.

the great moments of discovery, your childhood sequences of amateur science, playing in the streets, the sand, the grass, the sun. when you found out that freshly clipped nails were sharp. when you dug deep deep deep into the earth, and it went on forever and got cooler.

the first time you ate a particular fruit, or ate something new; stinky cheeses that confused and enticed, a smoothie, raw vegetables, cured meats, ales & liquors.

the touch. caressive fingers along open palms, down stretches of smooth skin in the afternoon. hands massaging your head through your hair or lack of hair. hugs, hits, falls, falling in love, falling out of love, falling away into the ocean. tears welling up and tears streaming uncontrollably out of your face.

joys, elation, running and giggling out loud. freedom flying like a slapdash banner to your tree fort. people watching, people approaching, people photographing, people walking away.

the list is truly endless, and they're all yours and they're all cherished. even the painful ones. they give you strength of will and a reference for the parameters of your happiness. have them, hold them, share them, speak them aloud.

tonight's homework:

think of the best most amazing thing that happened to you this past week, and then share it with someone, friend or stranger. make a connection.

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" when you know you are in it: a dream "

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i went to scotland with my mom and we were traveling to inverness. i stopped off at the visitor center, and everyone was doing a production of an old traditional ceremony.

somehow through some timing mishap, i entered the staging area at a weird time and was crowned the king of scotland.

then during the procession, I could see the wires and lights, and I knew it was a production, but everyone was being so nice, I didn't say anything.

a little boy hid in the front of my hoodie and we watched the log games. he told me about what was happening.

lots of kilted men filled in and had these long cabers with beer an whiskey, tossed them head over tails and then drank from them. it was physical.

the little boy slipped out and was in the bathroom. when I knocked and asked if he was okay, he said yeah, but that I had a challenge coming up.

all the villagers gathered and threw a long caber into the waters of the cold ocean, and then told me i’d have to surf a wave 50-60ft. high if i was to remain king. the wave looked peet brown an ominous.

as i entered the water, the waves took me high and away and i thought I was going to drown clutching to this caber. a woman in a slip appeared between the waves and grabbed onto my floating body. she steered me back to shore and then swam away.

back on land, everyone was waiting in the hall of the visitor center and dressed in casual clothing. when i entered, my friend becca was dancing with the boy and smiling.

she turned to see me and was very surprised, exclaiming "what are you doing here? this is so crazy!" i agreed. her and my mom sat down, and i gave a speech thanking the people for letting me be their king, even if it was for part of the day.

everyone laughed and we all went outside. i took a polaroid, and people congratulated me. I was going to miss them.

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" no faith in fate "

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you get what you get, and no take-backsies. revel in your choices, and perhaps too the way in which you lean towards or shrink away from those situations, people, and objects you come across.

almost nothing is fate, and almost nothing is luck. but mostly everything is the way it happens because it's the way it happens. it's not glorified, but it's pure and honest. there is beauty in that simplicity.

painfully lovely melancholy in the most minimalist moments. this is the distillation of the eternal experience, and we are all within it, around it, and creators of it.

tonight's homework:

make a slight inspection of your more complex patterns, and seek to streamline the more cross-wired ones.

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" the curiousity which leads you "

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where you went to sleep doesn't have to dictate where you will wake up. ride the train into destinations unknown. cross borders and experience new realities.

there is little time to waste, and there's so much to see. be engaged, have an opinion, be flexible, be open to change, and follow your heart not your fears.

cross oceans if where you are is not enough. we could find ourselves in other lands, other cultures, other climes, surrounded by completely different people, languages, mannerisms, public transit systems, deletable foods, and beauties unmatched.

tonight's homeowrk:

explore beyond the periphery of your self-defined borders or limits; there are many colors yet to see.

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" rough & tumble "

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finding your way through all the obstacles thrown your way, arms held out to brush back all the broken shattered boughs, windswept reeds, and flotsam which whip and lash at your body.

sometimes even with everything in your face with a full force, your strength lies in assessment, holding onto the hopes that it will all work out. everything will be resolved and be fine. you will get through this.

even though it doesn't always feel like it, every storm passes. and if you need the help, we're all right here parallel to your path. this struggle is not evergreen.

tonight's homework:

don't feel like you can't ask someone for help if you need aide; things are rough out here, and it's comforting that you're not in it all by your lonesome.

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" deep south "

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waiting quietly in the corners, the glints of refracted lights shine in the shadows. when i see you pass by, i am looking at a stranger. i feel nothing at all.

my eyes ache with the lack of moisture. seeking, metering the blinking, holding out my arms to the world, screaming out into the void.

we're at the point of no return; there is no going back.

you are a stranger, you are a stranger.

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waiting for you in the streets, the sun is out and high in a clear blue. i see you walking towards me with the light of the bright star at your back, as if ushered forward with a golden haloed outline. overcome by a great love, i feel everything.

my heart aches with a swell and everything in the universe blurs away is a haze. i lift up my arms to you and welcome you into them, whispering my hellos.

we're at the point of no return; there is no going back.

you are the only person i have ever known.

tonight's homework:

no matter the argument, rift, or quarrel, find a way towards understanding and reconciliation.

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" sing a song "

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erratic movements, loud clanks and reverb in the darkness. green laser-beams and red pinhole lights sway and jerk in moments along the walls of a certain spastic geometry.

we are raucous chaotic vibration. snacks and alcohol strewn about the table. tomes of songs with the remote wrapped in plastic. tambourines & jodeci/mariah dreams. the microphone has a safety health cover on it "just in case," but just in case of what?

it's 7pm, 8pm, midnight, 1am. the night becomes a beautiful blur. this is cheaper than therapy; it is my therapy. this is my release; i am free. elvis looks on from a static portrait. he blesses us with his immortal crooked smile. the night goes from young to endless, and we ride the tunes raw until we are asked to leave.

this is poetry in motion.

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" soul revolution "

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i've been here before, in many forms, many bodies, and many consciousnesses over many lifetimes. i am the tree. i am the brook flowing through the forest. i seek rivers through the canyons.

i am the animals on the land. i am the deepest oceans. i am the darkness and the light, and i am in each shade of color in between. i am the cosmos and that star matter. i am dark energy and the synapses.

i am the flesh and i am the molecules. i am heat. i am lava. i am the fire which renews and decimates.

i am everything that you are, that i was, that exists.

i am the thought before the action and the impulse before the desire. i've always been here and i will continue to exist long after everything is devoid of description.

tonight's homework:

make today count.

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" the beauty behind the beauty "

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i see you. so many distractions and decorations blocking the line of sight.

and yet i see you beyond the shimmer, beyond the flash & pomp, the façade & flair. coming into clear focus through a veil of costumes and false identities.

you remain powerful and unyielding, the resilience of this stature builds and flexes from within a moment of lowered self-confidence.

but i see you in all of your open glory, beaming open-hearted and broadcasting telemetries of your inner joys. just behind those unsure eyes and hesitation, there has been nothing quite as crystalline.

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" chrome nyc pwns service "

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ay though, big big ups and shout-outs to the intrepid and helpful crew at CHROME NYC for really coming through with the thoughtful sweet replacement of my crummed-up citadel bag.

with stitches coming apart and frays all about one shoulder strap, they evaluated the bag overall, and made a decision to offer me a replacement new bag. what a bold move & offer.

it was a really swift decision, and as i traded old for new, it really was a moment of pause. that bag has been with me for a number of years now. i've traveled with it to california, oregon, thailand, india, bali, and of course, all around NYC. bittersweet for sure, but very impressed.

this is what best practices breeds brand loyalty. all other companies take note; if you care for and treat your customers more like people and less like numbers, they'll regard you as their friend rather than a money pit.

kickin' ass and making me very contented. many thanks and see you soon!

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" defiant of anything but greatness "

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we're not accepting any more applications for snark, whining, displeasure, or rainclouds. any and all dour or menacing submissions will be rejected.

please feel free to sign up for our attitude adjustment, information of which should be on it's way to your mailbox presently.

positivity!

empathy!

pridefulness!

energy!

vitality!

thank you for your interest.

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you never know how it will all turn out. maybe we can only hope for the best.

it's about calculated risks and bold action. it's about mutual understanding and decisive movement. life is weird, and exciting, and curious, and coincidences will occur. it's best to be prepared at all times.

it's about the blend of fear and hesitation coupled with courage and follow through.

you can be an artist, you can be a public speaker, you can find your way, hit your stride, make previously immeasurable obstacles void and without a clutch on your sense of expression.

it happens as it happens like it happens, and this is the burden and blessing of it all.

tonight's homework:

make a new friend, reassure and engage a current one, and contact an old one. there's no time like the present.

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 each day in sweet contemplation on all facets, all ideas flourishing, all ideas brewing, all the loves, all the deaths, all the future travels from here to there to here to there. a meditation, a consultation with the Self, a conversation. 
 we spend so much of our time in states of doubt and confusion, of course it will affect us, but perhaps with more practice and active awareness, we begin to transcend the default of those reactions. 
 when you can notice your fear and anger rising, you can begin to measure your response. as in most things both mental & physical, the thought is known, forms, and makes itself present. 
 the thoughts and feelings may alter, but the body still reels and swells with emotion. the body remains most honest and echoes long after. and we may also alter and temper our reactions with active practice. 
 whether in fury or in affection, the sensations wash throughout from the top of the head to the bottoms of the soles of the feet, and each sensation sublime. 
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each day in sweet contemplation on all facets, all ideas flourishing, all ideas brewing, all the loves, all the deaths, all the future travels from here to there to here to there. a meditation, a consultation with the Self, a conversation.

we spend so much of our time in states of doubt and confusion, of course it will affect us, but perhaps with more practice and active awareness, we begin to transcend the default of those reactions.

when you can notice your fear and anger rising, you can begin to measure your response. as in most things both mental & physical, the thought is known, forms, and makes itself present.

the thoughts and feelings may alter, but the body still reels and swells with emotion. the body remains most honest and echoes long after. and we may also alter and temper our reactions with active practice.

whether in fury or in affection, the sensations wash throughout from the top of the head to the bottoms of the soles of the feet, and each sensation sublime.

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we keep our heads above the waters, bobbing and treading as waves lull and roil about in this ocean of unknowns.

we’re doing the best we can, and non one will ever know how it feels. the most we can do is empathize and promise to take care of the business at hand at the time, in the moment, on the day, in due time.

we are meeting each other in the existing spaces, and can only find the words if the words come. sometimes we talk for hours and have meaningful exchanges.

sometimes we sit in the silence of each others company, need no words, and have meaningful exchanges.

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 one day. just one day in your radiant light. the long beams wrapping around the entirety of my body. i am home in this light. 
 i am whole and outside the realm of fear. pain, disillusionment, ire, frustration, illness, worry, fragmentation, and isolation. 
 they are not even factors or attributes of the venn diagram of our intersection. meeting like this, the nearness, the mere cilia away from one another, it is a form of timelessness. 
 a romance without clear edges, and a truth without the need for visual confirmation, this love remains powerful beyond the confines of decay. 
 a true line of love and affection, definite and bold, always reaching end to end past the known horizon. 
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one day. just one day in your radiant light. the long beams wrapping around the entirety of my body. i am home in this light.

i am whole and outside the realm of fear. pain, disillusionment, ire, frustration, illness, worry, fragmentation, and isolation.

they are not even factors or attributes of the venn diagram of our intersection. meeting like this, the nearness, the mere cilia away from one another, it is a form of timelessness.

a romance without clear edges, and a truth without the need for visual confirmation, this love remains powerful beyond the confines of decay.

a true line of love and affection, definite and bold, always reaching end to end past the known horizon.

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 going into those dark places where flickering eyes shine in the shadows, we find that our fears and hesitations mistake laughter for menace. 
 nothing is as it seems at all times, and it behooves us as good people to be vigilant of our own interpretations. 
 everything in moderation, whether it be beers & spirits, anxiety & unease, or just misreading the dark dank corners. it’s always better to focus on the deep beauty of a curious observation, then move on. 
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going into those dark places where flickering eyes shine in the shadows, we find that our fears and hesitations mistake laughter for menace.

nothing is as it seems at all times, and it behooves us as good people to be vigilant of our own interpretations.

everything in moderation, whether it be beers & spirits, anxiety & unease, or just misreading the dark dank corners. it’s always better to focus on the deep beauty of a curious observation, then move on.

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