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.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

No hablo this mess

What is this infatuation with enlightenment? If you're running after it, trying to grab it, giving it a name or a face; you're just missing it altogether.

How can you be "in the moment" if you're just waiting for the next moment, a better moment, a better time, or for goodness' sake-Friday? Enjoy the messiness of you as you are now, knowing that if you do your best, something "better" might just come of it. Or maybe it won't and being right here, right now, in the thick of some ickiness, is okay. 

We can't stop time or doing, being or happiness; we can only choose to be with the wonder in every feeling, situation, or being; whatever that looks like.



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