Neighboring Thoughts

     Sometimes when you wake up out of a stupor that was self imposed, the wonder of it all becomes perfectly clear.  Those experiences coming to you live from the neighboring thought patterns that enveloped you can only be there to enlighten you and bring you closer to yourself.  That in itself should bring you around to the realization that your life is your own, your own creation, and you are the miracle you chose, and things will come when their yours to behold, and no one, and I repeat know one can take you from those moments when the world is at your feet.  Your thoughts are drawing you ever closer to the ascension you are choosing, so be willing to take the High Dives into temporary perfection.

Remembering

     Just one day, when you are confronted with a door that you yourself put there, give yourself a chance to remember the beautiful thought that enticed you to proclaim you were ready for the experience of your lifetime and slowly or fastidiously walk through that entrance and be ready for the adventure to follow.

Gatherings

     In the course of the river flowing, either upstream or downstream, the celebration of tribal events often coincides with either individual or family events inclined to induce the feelings of attachment outside of our individual perspectives in our desire to diversify and expand our awareness of what it is we are trying to remember.
     It is in this case that we are brought to justice to justify our proclivity to be part of the storytelling or allegorical nature of our native speech patterns to either entice, illuminate, entertain and behoove the consequences of our wonderful choices we make to infiltrate our personal rabbit holes, when we realize we are always more in, than we'll ever be out.
     The geographical, cultural, fashion, culinary and environmental influences help conjure up the colors and interpretations we throw into the illuminations to decipher our own diatribes as we take turns passing the proverbial and often times sublime peace pipes we conjure up in these tribal gatherings.  Throughout the celebrations and the roundtable verbal artwork we share, we again invigorate our reasons and desire to continue this atmosphere of being here and being there in our everyday individual realities trying to remember at the same time the collective attributes of these symposiums of diversity.
     

Time without the Space....

      It is always a notion when things get out of focus that recollections posted on some Subway wall, give credence to those Spaces in Time that rolled parallel waves in your conscious antiquities.

Strings....

     It is always the memories of experience, with or without the real strings of perception that allows us to know what is there and what is not...

Goat Rock June 14th, 2014

Why Not?

Bliss is often mimicry for ignorance...!!!!