Once upon a time a Monkey and her friends climbed Mt. Cheam. They took all their gear to the very top. Once they got settled in for the night, the mushrooms came out. Magic that is, magic it was, only love came forth, what a masterpiece.
Rather than ‘trying’ not to be something like; needy, unhappy, or unmotivated why not instead proactively create an ecosystem of positive vibes where the negativity cannot thrive. If you are always late don’t ‘try Harder’ to be on time but instead make SPECIFIC changes that make being on time inevitable! Do the same for other things, nourish yourself to the point where you are so certainly stable in yourself where not even a typhoon could touchya. Create that space with-in. Separate yourself, isolate the isolation inside your skull, I am that, I am.
oscillating onion vortex
I love and accept myself, there’s sparkling in so many of my peers eyes it’s like a waterfall light show! Who would have thought you would be journaling on this platform about an institution dedicated to creating a healthy and happy planet and peoples? Divine timing jus like my rhyming, can’t tell which way it’s gunna go, don’t squeeze it but you’ll soon know, just let it flow, keep speaking your mind, keep acting your spirit, life is a stage for dancing and singing and twirling an whirling, jus like your shit, which way the vortex goes, don nobody know cuz God isn’t a body he is eerybody, clap your hands and nod your head, flow with the rhythm inside your head, looking outside there is much to see and hear and feel but looking inside is where the gold hides, I got tough hide, brought up by some real og’s, smokin till there’s no more lighter fluid to do it, you smokin wit the tried n truest, quit bein such a nucense, try meditating wit some incense, look inside, light up the darkness so you become darkless, I mean selfless, I mean less of you and more like les, I’m pickin words like them birds pickin worms, an eatin thirds cuz I’m at the buffet of life, take your pick dive right in, it’s all for you, but don’t forget about her, Mother Earth that is, take a ride on the magic school bus with miss frizz, good observation Ralphy but your a little too late, I’m cleaning up my plate lookin to that ratio that is 1.618
Imagine watching the stars while listening to the serene slippery sounds of a mighty river with your best friend in the midst of mighty mountains only to wake with the sun an do it all again.
Being open to nature, energy, love, awareness, light, wisdom, beauty, truth, purity
Any trip you want to take leads to the same place
Enjoying the happening are we
Breathe in… Breathe out…
this one goes out to my homie Neil Young who crafted these wondrous words for us all to contemplate from the song ‘after the gold rush’ “well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying in the yellow haze of the sun, there were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones, all in a dream, all in a dream, the loading had begun, flying mother natures silver seed to a new home in the sun”
What in the world is this non-sense? See maybe it is not non-sense you see, from the eyes is the soul, from the eye is the spirit, gaze into the haze without sense of self and you will climb over to the next shelf, you see it is not of this world of sense.