we are ants in the toilet bowls of corporate bathrooms
Not a single faith is the same, no one experience can be described, yet they all pour out from a solitary cup into body, heart, and mind.
The words of Lingo the Ringo upon entering the haunted mountains of Detheream.
God, come, nourish, show, teach, make, love.
We have a single responsibility TO DO NO HARM to this planet, to its creatures, to all kinds of doing beings in the sky, sea, or upon the land,
regardless of who they love
or what they believe.
How hard could that be, really?
Matter and energy cannot be destroyed - they dance with one another, constantly, eternally. We are that dance.
there are no bookends
life flows on infinitely
in all directions
the tomato's ripe skin blushes bright red yearning for the rip and shred, the sharp serrated edges, the teeth of the knife.
how to be happy?
don't follow, don't chase - no one
knows better than you
I am selfish in the morning, by noon I see much clearer. In the evening I'm exhausted, but midnight comes and I'm awake. Who am I?
What are you looking for?
Now we both know exactly who you are, but you’ll never, ever know who I am - and that is your loss, indeed.