I will transcend the illusion of myself as matter in various of its conventional forms.
Don't miss where you're not.
It doesn't exist.
Through our dentists
we understand the depth and significance of roots.
We'll see what happens then.
I flow freely between spaces,
finding myself in the emptiness of them all.
I am a feather in the wind. Goodbye.
I am molecule among molecules,
tossed and thrown,
breathed in and blown outward.
Caressed less than I am kicked.
We love our pain more than we love our peace,
otherwise we’d have it.
An observation occurs at a given time
only in that we are aware of it and give it a ranking,
a number on a scale of other numbers,
each with a feeling attached,
ascending or descending
the elevator of our preferences.
It’s so much easier
if we just give up
the idea of a center.
If an atomic clock can break a second into 9 billion smaller pieces,
who can live in the now?
The whole process of our lives just occurs,
and from behind the occurrence of events,
after our thoughts have caught up with us, we say,
"yes, I planned that."
And we did,
as much as we planned our births.
For some people the ends justify the means.
For others, the means are fundamental.
This can be summarized as then and now.
But if the present is eternal,
ends and means are the same.
What they gecko told me yesterday
the cricket confirmed.
The dove, though in agreement,
spoke over the span of a dozen wing beats.
A small bat struggling in the water of my pool
reminded me of how valuable is all life,
no matter how small.
Each contains the whole universe.
Aspirations change us from time to time and
we embark on something we think we believe in
but is maybe not suited for us,
and after being exposed to the tyranny of ambition -
of getting more of something we aren’t sure of -
we lose so much of what we are.
This afternoon was once tomorrow, and will soon be yesterday.
Every beginning spawns a million more,
every path leads to a billion forks,
a billion forks to a trillion possibilities.
When you are taking pictures
it's helpful to keep in mind that
what you see in the viewfinder
won't be there forever.
If we come as dust we are only returning to our true selves.
Everything in between is exterior decoration.
In loneliness one seeks a description.
In solitude one is the description.