" traveling a path "


no way to know where it'll end or turn. this path is knurled, contorted, splinters and fractures at its own whimsy and without a care. there's no way to anticipate, just prepare.

i understand the hesitation, i do. and fear most definitely. how can there be a sense of blindly walking into the fray without knowing the layout, knowing the topography?

with a clear mind and a true heart, we must all attempt to do our best to muster up courage and bravery. and to know that you are never in this alone, gives me immense amounts of confidence that it will all turn out alright.

i look forward to each waking moment, and each beautiful dream, with the aims of merging the two. and in that, we can find the strength to gather ourselves up with all of our experience and knowledge, and navigate ourselves towards wonders unknown.


" sky access "


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.


" you are golden "


dear to me you are gold. constant, malleable, distinct. up close or far away, near in my heart, and make me a better person.

a beauty beyond compare, neither pure or distasteful because of impurities. rather you become more and more and more each day, lovely and a reminder of all the nigh indescribable wonder in the world.

tonight's homework:

remind people how much they mean to you. i bet they already know, but it's always nice to hear and relay. cook a meal together with someone, watch a film, mingle, hug, exist in simple blisses of your own creation.


" a palpable magic "


when you have been given access to realms unknown, it behooves you to just take one moment to be still and behold.

it can be a place. like walking into a cathedral in the afternoon, the sunlight streaming in through the filter of massive stained glass panels. or walking into a stadium with thousands and thousands of people writhing in their seats cheering and filling up space.

or looking out from the edge of a massive canyon; the sheer size overshadowing you entirely, and you reset the scale of the world. or slipping beneath the surface of the ocean while waves of saltwater flow over and swirl around you; such a feeling of bliss and contentment to be held aloft and afloat by the sea.

people are like that too. you can find yourself in the presence of someone very special, and they fill you with awe, wonderment, a sense of love you've never known, and a flavor of beauty which you've never experienced.

when you have the opportunity to peer behind the green curtain, to cross over the threshold, so enter a world unseen previous, make the time to be thankful, respectful, and open your heart to it all. a vision and experience such as that is a rare and lovely thing, and the resonance of which rarely loses its power.


" from a slice of all time "


i have to remind myself to remind myself to not put all my focus on one thing or person or situation. to be that myopic gives me tunnel-vision, and i find it really hard to unlatch.

when i get into cleaning my desk at home, it turns into half-cleaning/half-reminiscing and then i get the cleaning-itch and begin to clean my floor, room, hallway, apartment. it's good to be detail-oriented, but i get lost.

the hours pass, the day wanes, the sun sets behind the buildings, behind the horizon, and it becomes nighttime becomes twilight becomes dawn. time is ceaseless until our time in this life is over, so i need to remember to take that time i have now and even it all out.

so, gone thieves of activity time, good riddance burglars of multitasking, and fare thee well appropriators of socializing. as always it is nice to have you over in small increments, but i've things to do.

thank you of your company, i've now things to do.

tonight's homework:

you are great! you are valid! you have every potential to accomplish tasks great and minuscule! shelf a mania and explore a newfound interest or activity. expand your world in metered steps.


" you are one of the first "


each morning you awake to the world anew. surrounded by darkness or bathed in light, partnered or alone, everything shifts slowly from a dream into the recognizable dream of reality.

find your bearings and ready for this new day, new life, new to all the experiences you'll have. you are going to meet so many new people today, and what do you choose to do with that opportunity? 

in each passing second, endless variation of all manner and permutation. there has never been a moment such as this one. it is coming, it is happening, it has happened, it is gone.

what lingers? what remains in your soul? each morning we are very lucky to be able to open ourselves to the universe, and the pleasure is in the details. what will you do today?

merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, we go along.

life is but a dream.


" shifting states of being "


feeling everything, surging, reeling...writhing.

screaming into the open air until exhaustion.

running with a full force until you've no strength left, and in that brief moment of despair right before a deep reflective calming silence,

a searing setting overwhelmingly electric cleansing coursing throughout your nervous system.

we find that we still have a strength surging within us,

just below the surface of infinite potential.


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


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.


" an adjustment towards sunlight "


summer fridays and bright even light blazing through the branches of the swaying trees which line the street.

caressing shadows fawn over the tiled walls, and you see the perfect spot for someone to fit right into the geometry of the wall.

when you see the image in your mind, and have it come out so great, so close to how you envisioned it, these are the moments which sustain you.

these are the hope-bringers that you did something meaningful, and can go on to realize other dreams as well, no matter how large or small.


" slipping slowly into a season "


hello hot mornings leading to hot afternoons, welcome swelter and heatwaves on black tar streets.

hello rumbling thunderstorms and looming clouds. find a seat delicious ice creams from oft-queued parlors.

entree vous i'm home and removes pants immediately. howdy doo a/c on full with a fan action.

wonderful to see you outdoor seating with snacks and laughter. and good tidings to the lightning bugs at nighttime.

it is all wonderful to be entranced by your summer'd ways. i very much look forward to the time we have left together.


" the hushed silence "


among the whispers and the joyous outbursts during the free outdoor screening, those who were alone in the crowd felt a sense of togetherness.

all people laughing in unison, nodding to the music, feeling all things, and the night lingered on beautifully whole.

tonight's homework:

take care of yourself, family & friends. we're all in this together, and need all the support we can get.


" traveling for knowledge "


when you hedge your bets on yourself, great things shift. you begin to see that you can steer the trajectory of your life towards uncharted successes. you enrich your quality of life, and the lives of others.

the particular slice of freedoms we enjoy can alter your vision of the future in curious and beneficial ways as well. we're instilled with a "create your own adventure" mentality and learn within a strange framework of rigidity and possibility. so it's up to us to take it upon ourselves to better ourselves, color outside the lines, and cross the thresholds of our own hesitant insecurities.

when you take these custom-crafted plans, no matter the outcome, you are tapping into something so beautiful, so pure. those are moments you remember when you say "remember when..."

suddenly opportunities open up and you can be the architect of your dream-making. taking that first chance on yourself is the best tenuous moment; immaculate silence like a spread white sheet.


" beyond what you see "


no need for kid gloves with me. i'm a dark horse with crimson lips. the brash gale which whips at the walls of your preconceived notions.

come correct or not at all. the deep wake of my strengths slicing through wide waters defy expectation.

we'll treat each other as friends and fellow humans, or walk on by. i've no time for ill behavior, cruelty, teasing, or the all too-oft catcall.

i am the water, the sun, the earth, the molten core. i am the cold of space, the endless night, and the breaking dawn.


" summertime alignment "


it's the bright encompassing low sunlight with the extended deep shadows. we find ourselves walking down the streets where there is no escape from this quality of light, and its strength matches the loving closeness of humidity.

your skin feels damp and flush with the heat, and each step requires a shifting navigation of movement such that a small draft or gust of cooler air slips between the back of your shirt and the nape of the collar.

the afternoon pushes on as you engage it. there is no rush other than the self-imposition of wanting to get to point B in general. the faces of the people in the street resembles that of the suffering of the swelter, but you revel in it.

tonight's homework:

stay cool and don't be in a rush; life's pleasures are all in the details.


" continuity of the mellow "


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.


" how it all happens "


suddenly everything goes quiet, like the world's massive hands are cupped against your body. everything goes black and serene as only high frequencies lit and flutter above the vibrations.

this is how it all happens. and the universe expands into a million points of light making up the visual spectrum of all things.

your heart glows and the blood rushes. al sounds begin to layer and overlap until you hear everything, feel everything, and your skin is alive with the sensation of diamond particles.

there is no more platforms to stand on, just the realization that we are in motion and grounded by gravity. you sit in the presence of a reality between all realities. happiness expands like gentle waves lapping calm shores.


" soul revolution "


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.


" in the right place "


dappled sunlight coming through the leaves of a tall looming tree with thick branches and it sways in the afternoon breeze.

warm luxurious air about. friends laughter permeates though the sounds of a crackling hot BBQ half-sphere. the juices sizzle as the white-hot hickory charcoal gleams a deep amber with white whiskers.

just beautiful beautiful beautiful everything. all good things exist in this space and time. we are not affected by anything happening outside the radius of the visible block.

dance songs echo through the studio room attached to the terrace deck, and we remove our shoes.

tonight's homework:

welcome summer into the fray, and get your feet wet.


'' thoughts on a sunday afternoon "


strength, beauty, power, trust, these are not the light-hearted states of being and living that the predominately weak-willed inhabit. we try to stay on task, do our very best, and try to do our best by others. it's this balance between the supposed strengths and supposed weaknesses where we find ourselves defining our truths.

at times we need reminders of our strengths, however seemingly insignificant. the aid of a friend in need, the helping of a stranger find their way, the comforting of someone in need of comfort. as in all of the best most compelling actions, it is in the simple things which resonate the most.

spending time with a friend on a walk in the sunshine, conversing about this and that. making the time to take the time to share the space to be with one another. it is everything good with your time spent figuring it out.

each second of each minute of each hour of each day of each week of each month of each year of your entire life is poetry in motion. the navigation of which will be a constant reevaluation of your values, the system of existing in a certain culture, and the amount of which you will dedicate to a measured integration into the lives of the people in those spaces.

i cannot promise that it will always be evident or as easy as recognition of these people, places, or situations, but i will say when it all comes together, it will be nigh immeasurably rewarding beyond even the furthest expectation. that i can promise.


" beyond the periphery "


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!