Do not feed the animals

Mood: Desert wanderers are said to find water by trapping a monkey and feeding it a block of salt. Once hungry, the monkey would point the wanderers towards water. Of course then, to give the monkey a drink would be counter productive to their cause, no matter how much compassion one felt for the monkey’s predicament.   For the next…

To whence do your dreams come from?

Mood: Until it was discovered to be divisible, the atom was the smallest possible particle in the universe. It was only after the great division that the proton, neutron and electron were proclaimed the smallest. This greatly angered the quark, who had been silently plotting rehearsing their acceptance speech for the big day when they were finally discovered. Over the…

No mistakes

  Jump in the scraps fight for a piece rough em up.   Jump in the scraps fight for your peace fix em up.   I died once to bring you freedom. It was an accident to be honest. And to try call it more than that is to paint myself as a saint. Still, the weapons of karma make…

Cleaning Up

“A tornado flew around my room before you came excuse the mess it made it usually doesn’t rain in, Southern Carlifornia.” Frank Ocean, thinking about you   Increasingly, I’m finding home within myself.   Of course this doesn’t mean that the home wasn’t there already – perhaps more that I didn’t recognize it as home. The place I had come…

A Pause

If you have been reading these meditations on freedom then perhaps by now you have realized that freedom is a multifaceted concept. And the idea of freedom cannot be seen as meaning “without consequence” for to be without consequence is not to exist. To be without consequence is to say “I was never here.” To say this is to pursue…

Wandering

When begging a canvas to yield it is important to remember that any emotion felt is one projected onto the canvas rather than one evoked from it. For the canvas is nothing, and it represents nothing – and it is important that the canvas represents nothing for it only in nothing that we can see ourselves. In projecting onto others…

….or whatever

Increasingly, it seems to be about how we relate to our purpose and how that relation then shapes who we are. And then how who we are shapes how we are perceived. Which shapes our experience. Which shapes the ways in which we are (dis)allowed to navigate. Which shapes who we think we are supposed to be. Which shapes our…

Nostalgia

I used to enjoy playing with words, twisting around nouns, stepping past verbs sprinkled with basil, thyme, sage – I wrote lyrical herbs.     I used to dance around alliteration, like a free Freddy, I’d forget the fucking frustration, like a tall tree, I’d taste the temptation, light up their eyes with knowledge, and savor the sensation.   It…

Remember

Remember the romantic. Remember that you had him once, deep inside you. Remember the hours you spent, honest in your search for truth. Remember that you once knew happiness. That before your feet grew weary, you knew how to dance. Remember the romantic. Remember walking down the street singing with whichever brothers you found by your side. Remember love. Remember…

Send Supplies

Mood: It is said that when an baby elephant is born into the circus, they tether it’s leg with a chain. During its childhood the elephant struggles against the chain and is unable to break it until finally it breaks them. They give in – the chain is unbreakable. So much so that when they are grown (and can break…