Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Toast and jammed

There's a certain amount of strength in letting go, whether it's abandoning your fancies of being normal and flitting into madness, or surrendering to a good old-fashioned beat down by life. Why do we always want to hold onto normal, creating some facade of decency and goodness? How will we ever get better and become divine in spite of our flesh, if we can't dance with our trembling legs? Broken hearts? Diminished spirits?

Hiding from yourself and all of your glory, is like hiding from G!d. What's the point in that? Let go. Slip into the madness and see what bubbles up. It might not be what you expected. It might not be what you wanted. But it will be real.

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