If one requires power they are to be truely pitied for the gaping vacume of their existence. Dangerous, but most truely pitiful.

It's already alright. Peace friends.

Trees billow Under evening skies Mirrowing clouds

Perfectly imperfect Shapes and light coalesce Colors bouncing Biological Rorschach blots Seeing or being Seen I can't decide Who is watching Who

From the Depths Flow joy and sorrow Joy-ing and sorrow-ing Mingle, merging My well rises and overflows From salt tears and laughter Rises the new thing I am born again Again

When I was little I was told that the primary shapes that made up the world were pointy or perfect. I've looked for them ever since. But they ain't there. No squares. No circles. No triangles. They live

Seasons

One has to stretch the limits to find a definition of "on" that implies against. Functionally it seems the real usage of on is most like *A crackhead on a rock" The foundation, the motivation,

Creative expansion and creative contraction, like Nature's seasons, are different phases of one wave. A wave can not exist without both crests and troughs and all that is between. Nature's wheel turns

Phillip K Dick - Very cool thought process!

Out of the mouth flows the substance of the soul. If there is speech without knowledge the void is filled with the nature of the one who speaks. It is the spell of "ism" and "anity"

"What is the meaning of life?" He asked. And the answer came, couched in laughter. . . "A frog sitting on a board. Now get out of your head and dance dense one. " That's what's up.

Nature's natural forms Opposed to the rigid letters Symbols for the real, not the thing they point to The water is real Absurd to imagine mere words could contain It Words break like waves on me Yet i

Frequencies find forms Filling Space Matter-ing is a process of perception The variable is the Observer Frequencies are eternal Their flow independent of sight But I see your rise Filling my horizion And

A new idea is powerful Better perspective Immutable, till it too is surrendered For the idea of an idea remains, yet an idea And not the thing Itself Our observation of a thing creates yet another thing

Weather The light and darkness mixes Creates hot and cold, wind and weather Form and essence intermingle Melding, blending, coalesces Even now evenings cooling breezes blow I feel Her, changing the day

Something new is stirring I can feel it on the winds Be the Singularity Be Original Be You Then in playful surrender Just Be

Peace friends! Been on a little introspective tour. I came around today and found @Katrina-ariel had posted a lovely original song here It made me think of an adult fairytale I had written a little while

Peace friends. I've been in a quiet place for a little while. I did though find my way to do some fun stuff with my friend LeeJ and @sweetscience. I hope you enjoy it. What is it that ties it all together?

A few days ago something beautiful happened. Me and my buddy Lee @sweetscience were doing our musical thing. We had nothing planned and just sat and talked and played some music and talked some more. He