if you want to love a thing
that lives in dreams
and
moves to unheard music,
well here i am, bro.

i don't like the word evil.
it is removed,
other.
there is no evil.
there are only men.
wrong thinking,
wrong actions,
and ineffective systems.
we cannot fix evil.
but the shape of society
is up to us.
we are responsible
for the growth or destruction
of our minds.

some codes
are
unforgettable

in a time like this time,
when it appears
you have been plunged
into a winter
that will never end,

when winds howl
and shake your foundation,
sleet drives itself down
and everywhere you
look appears bleak,

know the beginning
is around the corner.
the sun will not fail you.
flowers are pushing their way
above the ground,
and new life
is about to emerge.

this is true,
both within the earth,
and within your mind.
seek it
and you will
find it.

And you may ask yourself, "How did I get here?"
And you may ask yourself, "Where is that shiny automobile?"

And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful face"

And when the task before you
is thousands of files,
staple - on staple - on staple
You bite that bullet,
Staple Lord.

With every fiber of your being,
you hunt them down
and wrangle them out
like you were born for the thing;
because you are alive and
it's the task before you.

you tear dem ******* out like
it's your Sistine Chapel.

do all things this way
nothing is wasted.

the light of your attention
reflecting back on you.

this is such an impossible
feeling.
that there is no way
to sever
this beautiful
glittering thread
that leads to you.
even when every cell is different.
even when the entire structure has changed.

the time for forward thinking
is always
right
*******
n o w.