When the dam breaks
let the water in
close your eyes
and swim
till you see
your inner child
drowning …
It’s your call
what to do
then
Archive | January, 2012
sink or swim
31 JanGeorge Harrison
29 JanWhen I need to re-connect with the “Great Energy”
I put my headphones on and play “My Sweet Lord”
By George Harrison
And the wind blows through my hair
in the living room
The tambourine thickens the beat of my heart
As the melody is busy baking apple pie
in my belly
All the while I melt into relaxation
and my my …
it is ever so sweet
Language
27 Jan
Death, bigfoot and eternity – interesting words to describe things for which we have no true description.
a stroll about
25 JanI walk between buildings
dreams of an architect now selling copy machines
and quietly, collectively think
What if I just keep walking?
No hurry, just moving.
Completely disconnected from everything
not in a 30 yard circumference of me.
Dumping all the useless data in my file cabinet brain
down the side of my leg onto a sidewalk with brown grass
growing in between the cracks
Maybe another 100 yards or so and it will be
wiped clean, like a hotel room awaiting the 2pm check in
And now it collects smells and smiles
eye color and styles of various dresses
and shoes,
tasting with brand new buds
ones that connect directly to my heart
fueling me with passion for salt water taffy
the blue kind,
keeping my mouth and mind busy
while my legs take my body on a journey
where things typically in the background
are found in the foreground
and I have no background
as my files were deleted a few blocks
back near the coffee shop that smelled
like 1985
Let go of my ego
21 Jan
My ego never gives … only takes.
It has made me smile – happy, not once.
Smiles can be faked, happiness on the other hand – never.
Why wake up everyday and do battle with this malignant visitor that
seems to be squatting on my spiritual landscape? Good question.
It is worse than pointless – it is detrimentally futile.
If it were an ingrown toenail – off to the Doc I would trot (limp).
Yet, with its lack of tangible physical mass – where to cut?
Sometimes days are good – really good. No limp – all trot.
Other days (most days actually) it appears like a pimple on prom night -
ugly, loud and in desperate need of attention.
It is far past time to “Let go of my ego.”
- Jack Piatt
