Between

The space in between.
 
As much as cool life occurrences such as attaining goals, victories, and the like are epic, it’s the space in between that matters the most. Enjoy those checkpoints, they can be great! But they are balanced by their opposite, and if we fail to live fully the space in between, we miss out on so much.
 
I’ve missed out on alot over the years. I’ve been graced to walk as long as I have and grow presence, but it surely is a practice, this adventure, truly, a journey.
 
And I’ll keep tripping because that’s part of being human. But if to trip and fall is human, what is to get back up?
 
I was told yesterday by a man, who “isn’t into spirituality” that when he went to Kalaupapa, he couldn’t stop weeping the whole time he was there. He couldn’t explain it, he felt it, the beauty, the pain, side by side. As he recounted the experience, tears filled his eyes.
 
I believe there is more to our existence and surely, this man, who doesn’t believe the same things, felt something more than just his human feelings in those moments. And it’s stuck with him in the space in between since.
 
Hold close each moment. If we can honor the space in between, we shall surely find such glorious kindness.

To the World – 3.26.17

Evolve my resolve if only to solve (if only to solve)

Life’s biggest questions with more questions than answers

While you stay sleep  I be woke, then I spoke, we stoke the fire, now smoke

Signals flying high through the air, ask my thoughts on the sign, I just don’t care,

Cause Life just ain’t fair

And I ain’t gone be a scare, I ain’t gone be a scare

It’s time to shine, my rhymes gone rhyme, about damn time

No time, oh, now you fine?

Fucked up

Insecure

Neurotic

Emotional

F.I.N.E. that’s cool cause I ain’t got nothing but love for each all, friends, family, loved ones, past present future, and any who may be an enemy

Cause the reflections, they vast, and they true, and guess what, it’s all me, that includes you. We fucked and we free.  The Universe is Chaos, but that’s what it means to be.

We and we free.  The Chaos has meaning, but that’s what’s chaotic in being.

So let it be, can’t you see, can’t we see, smile for me, smiles ‘n deeds.

Now look in the mirror, the tide of recedes

Part the veil, the tide washes in, a new rise, the sun rise, it lifts up beyond Her, His, Your, My, Our Cries

Our Cries

Our Cries

Our Cries are the audible sound of the ethereal tears of Love, of Joy, of All that the Creator set in motion with the Word.

 

 

Classic Laughs

The other day I was rapping out with this 71 year old Aunty who volunteers with the State to give Seniors a buddy.  It was a cool conversation and we somehow talked about how the elderly population has the highest increase in STDs in any population group.  I was trying to be PC so I used the word ‘promiscuous’ because somehow, saying ‘f*cking’ or ‘sleeping around’ didn’t seem to flow.

“How come when young people do it, it’s called friends with benefits?!” She asked energetically.

I started cracking up.  This lady, she had a spark to her. She went on to tell me her age and that the older you get, the more direct you become, and that she was still out there, looking but not looking hard.

As a licensed wedding officiant, I told her, when you find that person, look me up, I’d like to perform the service.

She laughed, wrote my name down, said our goodbyes and the journey split.

Classic.

The Toll

This is a classic.  Enjoy.

“No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.”

For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne

 

 

Broken, No, New

Broken dreams
Broken themes
Broken screams
Empty beams
Or shades
Of light no longer linger
For just a flicker, a glimmer, of hope arises
My inner gleam can’t be denied no further
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
No dreams
No themes
No screams
Cause I’ve most more found meaning
In believing in Love within
So fuller
For as the hope expands
My inner gleam stretches yonder
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
New dreams
New themes
New screams
Of joy linger
along for
I’ve found what I sought all
along. I’ve found who I fought
all along.  I’ve found out how
myself can be so full at last
So then, so long, I say farewell
despair, adios, see you later
It’s my time to shine, never mind the ego mind
Say goodbye, go ahead I dare
ya to
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme

Different Methods

“No painting is not done to decorate apartments.  It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.” ~ Pablo Picasso

An instrument, a tool, a vehicle, all of the above for our chosen outlet of expression, applies.  Writing at times has been my therapy.  It is also my platform.  It is the weapon I yield to protect, to defend, and at times strike deep through the experiences of consciousness that I traverse through.

“Lovely day for a walk.”  A stranger, who looked like Santa, told me in passing earlier.  It’s always a lovely day for a walk because this journey unfolds, step by step.  If we are called to speak with our artistic voice, we must listen.