this summer has been a whirlwind of adventure. climbing through windows, CCR roadtrips, yoga before sunrise, the look in your eye as we stumble on the dance floor.
It is just love and I now, doing whatever happens
there’s a moment when your heart breaks open
that you realize its for your own expansion
that you crammed yourself into a barn and God had a mansion
waiting for you
it’s in those moments that you can look back and laugh at the pain. of course it helps if you have a little sunshine and whiskey and a handsome man whose gentle and just right amount frisky. and friends to help you grieve and brothers who will never leave. All comes your way for a reason. Everything is working the room and making valuable connections.
allow your heart to settle
for a man who challenges you
a man who makes you think.
A man who expands your consciousness
is a man worth falling in love with over and over.
we enter into a posture
experience it fully
then let go
and move on
this is yoga.
Today I had a nauseating headache that I later learned is called a migraine. Then I had a conversation that my heart had been desiring but my simple mind had no awareness of. I was pleasant and indifferent and then my heart took control of my vocals and said
to move on.”
I was just as shocked as he was at this declaration.
My poor heart, like a caged bird wanting to sing
wanting to soar
and my busy body and brain were so dominant that we didn’t hear
the soft whisper
so it turned into a scream
and that got my attention! and so I put down those bags I had been carrying. and now I too can soar
a little higher.
I’ve got a couple more years on you, baby, that’s all.
I’ve had more chances to fly and more places to fall.
And it ain’t that I’m wiser,
It’s only that I’ve spent more time with my back to the wall.
And I’ve picked up a couple more years on you, baby.. that’s all.
I’ve walked a couple more roads than you, baby, that’s all.
And I’m tired of runnin’ while you’re only learning to crawl.
And you’re headin somewhere,
But I’ve been to somewhere, and found it was nowhere at all.
And I’ve picked up a couple of years on you baby, that’s all.
Love doesn’t exist,
Love brings everything into existence
Love is not meaningful,
Love brings meaning to everything
Look how any mirror will reflect with perfect
equanimity all actions before it.
There is no act in this world that will
ever make the mirror say “no”.
The mirror, like perfect love,
will just keep giving of itself
to all before it.
To each passerby,
so polite, so grand,
How did the mirror ever get like that?
It watched God.