first foremostly this we be after — beyond all desire / fantastic / senseless ecstatic , n0 substitute 4 the OM harmonics inspired of envisioning a true-to-truth adaptation of big picture framework experienced w/ realtime measure via serene
crystal clarity
and nop. don’t got. all part the work in progress — props of which but knick-knacks O rhythmic licks stitch’d together w/ elementary wonder
(we want Solution!)
and doesn’t matter however close or far we be collectively / individually / spiritually , so long as we’ve come to terms w/ The Resolve that the air we breathing inhale by ex respirating the life ∞ love pump of us… … .. . on point to onward spin Journey
and right now, having just done the Hudson Sunset Run is stretching on the rails @ Pier 84, beside a hun staring on Watercolor Majesty before us as talking on the phone ‘bout issues w/ the biz — credentials she got — her underpaid lot — and Corporate America that done her dirty wrong, yet subtly topp’d her off w/ the Blessing to capture this Beautious reason for it all…
(what = Enough?)
and b don’t judge — but seek to reiterate the Agassi + Mandela (AM) singularity of the matter —
everyone on the Journey! collectively / invidually / spiritually! , each yearning 4 Paradise yet 'quipped wit’ nothing but Presence
(embrace the Mystery!)
is there any other way to peace? o u babe? course naturally. (only) & when’s a Love to lend a Life to us and show how a huney do?
get back to me w/ certainty — meantime, Moving Day —
“I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul”
William Ernest Henley
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woke up 2:30 AM 45th street, Hudson Terrace aware that I have to come to a decision & fast
the question, simply —
stability? or onward
yet landing the answer has been a conundrum of some measure, w/ so many jigsaw facets of scintillating aspect that it be enough to make 1 marvel w/ exceeding marvel as to whether we be assembling big picture, indeed or just by “mendelian ordering” experiencing a touch too much the shining…
hear me dear —
“stability”
suggests continuing along w/ the state of “livelihood” as is @ present — that is, continuing along like a slumdog streetchild in hell’s kitchen, nyc scraping by by and by w/ all daily affairs incorporated
“onward…”
(?) however, would be to basically “go beyond” — (?) to pursue the life ∞ love via the wind — storm — (?) that at any given moment be Manhattan.
starting anew sound frash. and yet starting @ 0 (…) can really hammer the mind, heart, spirit to the test…
given we’ve reviewed the pros / cons like a Sherlock by XL mag-glass, it’d be rather fairly exact to state that neither “opportunity” presents itself as hunky-dory rosy-poesy but all in all it’s like Yoda once said:
“always in motion, is the future…”
is our effort + intent sincere? what are we after and how come or what for? be it apt to consider the rest of the life-changes that hath appeared in our midst? is to do the “right thing” to do that which be more “logically” safe + sound, or does 1 inspire the heart-beat onward bound for discovery?
“Of all the trees we could’ve hit, we had to get one that hits back.”
J.K. Rowling
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and tho we still full-on rattled of the blows do believe it knocked the most us str8'n up from negative-below zero
o how so? (i know—i know—right?) like here this wanna be lick of mojo go again — blondyn taking his morning skinny-dip into oceanic fantasy for a freestyle flicker of seismic frolick. (u know the routine)
o yes. from right about here now, he’ll go on yarning some yearning of dreamy dispellings til swinging a left turn all-a-suddenly and unconventionally-like go—
now hold up a sec babe— (ॐ) reflect / check the rep —
we still here? bent on progress? working with that help create a change in the worldkinda mindset? am i writing to u right this sec in the flesh? well … u knew this herein thing twixt us was never no outright overnight kinda go… life ∞ love a flow to grow, but must be nurtured responsibly + healthily every every every step of the way… (every every every)
yes yes — will readily admit to being guilty as the next cat of the crime of the centuries but you betcha we’re still bent on working aspiring flying to improve our fitness right along the Ӕternal Test. yes yes — ongoing as it ever had been, but a definite newness — (stage?phase?fantasy?(i know—i know—right?)) of the commitment hath happened … (happening herein)
a tree w/ roots gotta to dig deep unto the Mind Heart Spirit of what we be (both ugly / beauty) in order to unearth the spectrum most completely + heal properly via Discovering Attaining Perfecting the Self most true…
transcend unto the purpose for which you were born to bloom
