Today is the day I take control of me. Fun is as fun does and now is no better a time to start.
Today is when I act only when I will to be active. To have control to say what I mean and nothing more.
Today is the day the safety and security of me offers enough to do everything I want and nothing less.
Today I am stronger than yesterday, tomorrow I am stronger still. Never before have I smiled so, as never again can I smile less so.
Today humanity is the last barrier to real humanity. With your passion and compassion, tomorrow will be vast blue skies, deep blue waters, and comfort in sharing this new found freedom.
Judgements never dwelled upon as forgiveness is a guarantee.
The manifesto of an honest boy seeking more than when we last spoke, taking a second chance before a third is given.
Friday, February 20, 2009
What, Oh What a State Indeed
I do declare a state of Contemplation. A state in which excuses stand pat as national security threats; the only tax breaks are earned by those living in action; a compassionate purpose strived for until the wheel ceases to roll.
There is a new beginning in catching patience and a new belonging in catching up with friends. Open the senses to the essence, close the mind to the impurity of the sufferer.
Enjoying the seconds pass by, comfortable knowing the presence of mind and the pretense of time extend from the person, interfering only on command.
I do declare this state a successful succession. This state where a million excuses are no more than a million missed opportunities; livelihoods fulfilled by acting within the love of living more than in the in loving of life; accepting that the wheel always ceases to round the final bend.
An early exit, stagecoach left, offers the serenity of emptiness. The only presence, the pulse of the bubbling brook and the only movement, the flutter of leaves amidst the slow aging arms of wooden giants.
And in this state of bliss rises the eternity of existence. With the first break of light over the deep green horizon, a spirit rises. Weary feet find balance underneath the unwielding freedom of simply being Human.
There is a new beginning in catching patience and a new belonging in catching up with friends. Open the senses to the essence, close the mind to the impurity of the sufferer.
Enjoying the seconds pass by, comfortable knowing the presence of mind and the pretense of time extend from the person, interfering only on command.
I do declare this state a successful succession. This state where a million excuses are no more than a million missed opportunities; livelihoods fulfilled by acting within the love of living more than in the in loving of life; accepting that the wheel always ceases to round the final bend.
An early exit, stagecoach left, offers the serenity of emptiness. The only presence, the pulse of the bubbling brook and the only movement, the flutter of leaves amidst the slow aging arms of wooden giants.
And in this state of bliss rises the eternity of existence. With the first break of light over the deep green horizon, a spirit rises. Weary feet find balance underneath the unwielding freedom of simply being Human.
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