The Crutch

The crutch I need, I have decided, is not alcohol or religion or listening to a particular person or adhering to a particular philosophy, it is some place inside of me that I have to explore.

Now

This moment is right now. In the history of the world and of creation this is now. And I am honoured to be in this moment in the history of life, and now I must honour it........

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Here the phantom angels reside. A world apart, becoming together. And the cymbals clash and the people stand. The world has changed and the music is dancing.

Mind Guitar

Now I see that Art is God and my mind is not so much all fingers and thumbs except when they are on the guitar.

Me and Charlotte Bronte

I am presently luxuriating in the craft and the art of the greatest writer whom I have ever read: Charlotte Bronte

God

Reality stands before the eyes, physical in shape and deceptive in its truth. Spiritual mind lies behind the curtain looking for the feeling to make it real. And its realness lies with spirit and soul in the place where facts no longer figure. Love lies here also and it calls you home and to become entuned. And the music has the good people dancing, eyes are in eyes and there is no distance apart. Soul is created, silent soul, no appropriate words. Life smiles provoking engagement. You can either take it or leave it. Art lies in soul and is its own reward. God has seen to this, for he is the gift of soul and of love. And in a moment there are magical occurances, bright eyes and memories colliding with the present, and the present looks at itself and it notices a figure there. And the figure stands over all of truth, because the figure is truth, and the figure is GOD.

Advice to Myself in the Night

You want to be free? You want to excel? Well, first you have to lose your mind and keep your sanity. Be in touch with spirit and soul and forget about 'knowing'

A Turn to the Right

Feel I've been on a journey to another place, looked around and stayed for a while, enjoyed the view and the people, and yet still don't know where I was. I only know I wont be back there again and I may just try to tranlate this experience into reality sometime perhaps soon, when my mind if free, and the time is right

Kiss

Words of soul,eyes searching eyes, accidental romance, and then the tantalizing kiss of a moment that can know no tomorrow.

A Closer Look at a Picture

A head full of wanderings. No singular decision. Chaos within the peace of the silence of the mind. Chaotic meanderings of imagination. I discard the bottle again. I see if this can still me. A lasting moment envelopes me. I try to define it, but it wont stay easy. She was here for a moment and she lingered right on. A slight feeling of guilt accompanies my welcome to our connection. I mused on a future, and all I could find was the present moment. And the moment is of the heart and its feeling is true. Truth is esential. It will provide content and ease of mind, and peace within the silence. And then I meditate on the truth of the feeling being true. A certain poverty exposed in weakness, in the free expression of the wants and the needs of love. And the righteous God with his righteous love and all I can do is wonder at the connection, and the human touch and the common feeling that is shared. A distance appears, a time is gone, there is newness and difference, and I wonder at her reasons, and at her truth. But yet, I believe in her and in her beauty, and that both she and her beauty are real to me. I need to believe that she is indeed beautiful, to the oneness of my self.

The Beauty of Love

To be inside the beauty of love, kissed by truth. The angel sang of her sadness. I followed along in a musical dream, and it led me to the knowing spirit of the tender feeling. It is a lonely moment for a selfish feeling. The world is at bay. The eyes see only the feeling within, they are not empty and they then look on the outside, examining feeling, and its quality of purity. The city is crammed with madness and it is cold outside. Winter threatens to keep its promise and everywhere will be somewhere to avoid. And inside the day I felt the prescence and I told my imagination to find control and I told my imagination to be bold and free. And in the midst of the evening a song stirs. It sings to the heart as it speaks to me. I think about today and what it brought to me and the difference that I may have made to it. I turn from my vanity but stay inside somehow. There is promise in the night and last night the raging moon threatened the blackness of the sky. When I saw the morning there was ease, to be inside the beauty of love and kissed by truth.