" sky access "

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it's so much lovelier here that i imagined. a convex/concave double-mirror'd world installed on an astrotuf hillock. and why not at all?

sublime design within simple shapes. this is the portal to a form of heaven on earth.

a lightness of being, the laughter of these small children lifting the weights of gravity off my shoulders,

and i lift away.

tonight's homework:

find a release in a moment, respect the purity of that moment, and let it extend towards its natural end. there are such beautiful occurrences throughout the day. i'm wishing you the best in locating just a one.

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" flush all over "

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running through the forest at dusk. the sun honey drip dipping below the horizon in the far distance, and the last fleeting streams losing their grip amongst the trunks, up to the branches, and finally the wide endless canopy.

the chirping of all the insects and rumble of other animals, rise and envelop the atmosphere; a veritable verdant wall of sound waves. you stand amidst this raw nature as you remember that you too are a wild animal.

the dusk blankets as nighttime approaches, and the world becomes a beautifully dense darkness. the symphony of an entire ecosystem develops and extends beyond the visible universe.

you are home.

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" continuity of the mellow "

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getting lost in the sway and flush of long branches and the lush green leaves.

a true summer day is arrived, and the hypnotic wonderment entrances and astounds.

all points in the universe are converging, and just at the periphery, the sunshine hangs low, and dances at the edges of my field of vision.

everything is calm, at ease, and absolutely amazing.

tonight's homework:

practice a brief period of mindfulness. sit at rest, and allow yourself to be reintroduced to your environment. benefits within.

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" dream development "

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i've had some strange dreams. vivid, alluring, horrifying, colorful, whisper-quiet ones. ones in which skeletons pop up out of the ground like a harryhausen flick, chasing me across a darkened schoolfield and i only can muster the energy to run in slow motion.

i've had ones where i speak to relatives who have passed away, to exes where we resolve our past arguments and silences, to the children that i haven't had yet. some mornings i wake up sobbing in grief, or joy, or awoken to reality out from a lifetime spent living a complete existence as an amalgam of myself and my past lives. most of my dreams take place at a time where the sun hangs low and languid, the golden hour.

there are dreams where i revisit places and locations that i've only seen inside of a previous dream. it's years later, and i recognize the terrain, the construction of buildings, structures, streets now devoid of life. it's a homecoming of such familiarity, that i start to question the nature of my consciousness, and debate whether this waking life is a dream being explored.

i love to fly in my dreams; it usually begins with the feeling of built-up energy, like my limbs will explode. a burst of electricity and i begin to swim into the air. mostly freestyle and breaststroke, and i am lifted higher and higher before i am soaring. such a feeling of freedom and weightlessness. it is a sustained elation, and usually only after becoming lucid while in flight, do i lose altitude, and crash to the ground.

there is a resolve that occurs each night, and it remains one of the most powerful tools i have to aid in the development of my better nature. it is a certain flavor of bliss which is rarely matched without the aid of a certain chemistry.

the lessons learned, the life lived beyond the veil of slumber...these are the powerful exercises where i go to when i sleep. the dreamworlds i inhabit, however ethereal, however comforting, however terrifying or haunting, always provides me with the opportunity for the reinvention and reevaluation of the Self.

tonight's homework:

spend some time preparing yourself for a restful sleep. it's not the easiest thing to do in the time of screens and artifice, but the benefits of a quiet calm and relaxation nearly ensures a deep sleep followed by the promise of visions.

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" beyond the periphery "

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perpetually moving and sometimes never locating our perspective until is appears. it's so difficult and strained. there is no light through the trees or solace in the silence.

finding the time to sit on a bench and look at the world moving all of its parts around you as you become the fulcrum. everything so simple and transparent. there are the lovely shadows, beautiful dappled sunlight through the swaying leaves of shuffling branches. the silence broken by laughter, the whirring of engines, and the click-clacking of shoes on pavement.

close my eyes and the world goes red and warm, and i'm enveloped by a kind of love which extends and becomes infinite. clarity in thought washes over me, and the way through become more crystalline.

tonight's homework:

get out of doors, and see the world with fresh eyes. no time to waste anymore. go go go!

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" feel everything at all times "

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she resides completely in the present moment, head knocked left a touch, and her eyes flutter for a second before resting still and glistening.

with each breath inward, there is the expanding memory of the entire universe known and recycled. with each metered exhale, the balance is restored, and the body remains calm and at rest. joys, exuberance, well-being, nostalgia, intimacy, memory, beauty, youth, and vitality.

there amidst the afternoon, overcast in all of its swirling gray whispers passing through, the relative stillness of the day has time to reflect upon itself. in the distance there are the sounds of cars driving by, children laughing, potholes being discovered by the large tires of delivery trucks, birds at play, airplanes overhead, and the cacophony resounds.

just a shared moment with such delight, with such a private relish, it is as if no one has ever felt this way before. the end of the afternoon leading into the evening, and all is well and right in the world.

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 watch me fly out of here soaring and gliding. see me fill the span of my wide wingspan with the winds of a new day. 
 all i see are innumerable opportunities stretching out before me, and expanding beyond the visible horizon. all of the invisible vibrate with a kinetic energy in the wake of my every movement. 
 i am the truth. i am the passion. i am the reckoning. i am love over evils, spirit over defeatism, the touchstone, the long pier, the amulet. i am the deafening roar in the deep caverns. i am the blade through tall grasses. 
 there are many more creatures in this world more powerful than i, but there are none more ready to present to all the gift of seeing something new. i am the sun, i am the radiant shimmer, i am all things. 
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watch me fly out of here soaring and gliding. see me fill the span of my wide wingspan with the winds of a new day.

all i see are innumerable opportunities stretching out before me, and expanding beyond the visible horizon. all of the invisible vibrate with a kinetic energy in the wake of my every movement.

i am the truth. i am the passion. i am the reckoning. i am love over evils, spirit over defeatism, the touchstone, the long pier, the amulet. i am the deafening roar in the deep caverns. i am the blade through tall grasses.

there are many more creatures in this world more powerful than i, but there are none more ready to present to all the gift of seeing something new. i am the sun, i am the radiant shimmer, i am all things.

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—- 
 note to self: 
 if you show up to a freelance gig in harlem super on time, on the correct day…but ONE MONTH TOO EARLY ( ! ! ! ), just take a calm moment to smile and laugh it off with the staff, then go explore the park nearby. 
 so there’s no gig, and it’s a snowstorm. so you have no booth, and there’s now snow in your ankle/no-show socks. so you’ve no real plan for the rest of the day, the rest of the week, the rest of the month, year, life… 
 …take a walk, take a stair-climb, take a breath of that sweet sweet fresh air, and then take some photos. because hey, it could be so much worse! 
 good times, weird day. 
 what did you end up doing yesterday? 
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note to self:

if you show up to a freelance gig in harlem super on time, on the correct day…but ONE MONTH TOO EARLY ( ! ! ! ), just take a calm moment to smile and laugh it off with the staff, then go explore the park nearby.

so there’s no gig, and it’s a snowstorm. so you have no booth, and there’s now snow in your ankle/no-show socks. so you’ve no real plan for the rest of the day, the rest of the week, the rest of the month, year, life…

…take a walk, take a stair-climb, take a breath of that sweet sweet fresh air, and then take some photos. because hey, it could be so much worse!

good times, weird day.

what did you end up doing yesterday?

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