There is something common to us all. There is a source from which we all stem which brings us together, no matter how different or disparate you may seem, there is a unity that we certainly participate in.

The existence of the human being is one and many.

The wheels spin, the hands on the clock click on.

I sit here, motivated now.

I see this page, a blank page, before me unwritten and knowing not anywhere to go I sit here cross legged, expressing my digging, digging deep into the caverns of time. Being of unfathomable depth I stand in awe of the greatness and glory of god.

That is sacred, that is revelation. That is truth proof of life, forever and unknown will the essence of eternity be. A nectar of the third dimension is the pineal gland. The human brain, blood, body and bone.

Betrayals stand where? Have you been betrayed? What does that mean to you? What does that mean to me? How does that register and sit in your body? That word. Betrayal. Do you see a face? A name?

I do not. There is something illusory about that energy when I think of it. I do not even wish to look for proof and so I avoid filling the idea with any life-mind force and it does not compute.

Am I scared of even looking at it?

No.

Allow me to, here – safely. There is a stronger field which supplants itself on the betrayal field and it is truth. It is nature. I lean more into balance. To know that balance is prevalent throughout the entire swing of the pendulum is trust. That is faith. Trust in the nature of our reality. Physics, chemistry, biology, the mind, imagination.

But betrayal? That exists in the world of story and person as idea right now. What ‘Daniel’ am I empowering enough of to tell a story of betrayal?

But I can grasp the idea of betrayal. Even though I’m not empowering that life force. Not telling a story of it. I can feel the energy that would empower that, but it is not what I am opting for. But surely betrayal exists. In love and war, all is fair.

But why focus on that? An acknowledgment embraced with love and forgiveness seems a better path. A path to harmony and freedom. Submerge yourself in the slow echoes of our existence. As old as time is the story of our origin.


Stepping, up out, comfort zones blown. Pushing, pulling. Peeling away the layers like an onion revealing a core of more ancient origin.

Story gen. erational.
Borderlines , boundaries, to what extent am I you, and we, earth all one. Under one sun. Once spun stories undone.

Consequential.

Never think your thoughts don’t have influence.
Your thoughts have influence.

Your thoughts have influence.
Your actions have influence.
Your deeds and words have influence.

What influence do you want to have?

It is interesting. Where the mind goes unhinged. Like a roaring bull. Exploring the world. Enter the flow of life. Move with life. Art is like surfing, waves are entered and rode .

 Sitting on the beach. The sand on my feet. The breeze off the ocean. The sound of a fire. The twinkle of a star. Laughter from a friend. Real joy. Flow in the ocean of time. The songs of the ocean in lights and motion.

Potions – words are. Making as much sense as we want them to as the mind loosens the reins on what is good and acceptable.

Detectable, testable instances of  the care free wonton writing of wackiness driven by incisions of subconscious decisions, prism bliss ‘em, blizzard.

Stormy, struck by the random.

But life is more ordered than that. Lines are straight, defined and ornate. And so ideas must make sense. The absurdity of abstraction is maddening to some.

I sit here. Amused – amazed.
I let me relax. Loosen the reins of all betrayal, this day I’m able, of whole, sound stability.

I love with my heart. It is a fuel of life and living. It is ill-literally the idea which powers my heart to pump blood and well being to my life being. It is the relationship between my mind and my body. Between my mind and the physical world. Between my body and the physical world.

Hmmm, well maybe really not. Love. What is love? Great question. I didn’t really hit it yet on the head.

It is my filter. For how I am processing reality, how I am relating to life. Through a lens of love.

Love is grateful, generous, happy, contributive, endearing. What does love look like? Love is willing. Love is listening. Love is living.

Okay team. Kudos to you if you made it to the end of this adventure to the deep end of loose rules and conceptual victims. Sticking together is better than severed. And so I love the whole of the plant being body earth. We all build and grow and groove collectively. Let’s all win. For sure 100%