Love freely. Forgive easily. Be authentic. Question everything. Be inspired. Listen carefully. Breathe. Trust. Meditate. Exercise. Be humble. Be grateful. Surrender. Eat well. Balance emotions. Practice non attachment. Teach wisely. Earn your keep. Be conscious of thought; Be careful with impulse. Hug someone everyday. Smile more. Help those in need. Stand in your power. Learn to disconnect. Learn to connect. Be brave. Be sustainable. Organise yourself and others. Lead by example. Love yourself. Empower. Be open to change. Know what you don’t want. Get out of your way. Make magic.

The Present. Wrapped in paper tearing apart plastic and taper; our surface selves. Placed on a shelf. Look within. Underneath the wrapping. Deceitful trappings open up to reality. What hasty duality it seems to produce... A casualty perhaps? Unmarked and brave they seem to cruise. Through jagged edges and barbed wire encased these souls are bleeding in vain. Geometric and calculated footage they’re in square areas defined. Segregated from population. Why and how they got here they do not know. A product of evolution; our hearts shutter. Can we really have free will? Are they really at fault?

Two immense ships collide in the peaked waves of turbulent seas. Wreckage scattered across the hull and where the deck used to lie: bits of broken dreams in hopes of pink skies. The captain is lost in silent thought and disappointment as he sees his beloved instrument torn and twisted. Bent to disarray with no hope of salvage. He cannot do it again. His strong hands with eager reverie all too quick to rebuild the fragmented core still showed youth and vigour.  Yet his heart, too battered and bruised could not fully accept his hands will. In that instance, he had forgotten his purpose. The haste and longing to be a part of his fleet once more-the camaraderie of kinship and sweet melodic rhythms of the seas failed to lull his mind as he floated softly away.....

You found my video.

It wasn't that bad: yes, a bit awkward but I had never done that before.
You laughed at me... said I looked like a drug addict... Then you said it was just a joke - that you were having a giggle.... That I am too wrapped up in myself.

Why do I care so much? Why does it bother me to have your acceptance? Why do I look for other's approval instead of valuing my own opinion?

I am doing the self work: these questions I ask myself and allow the subconscious and conscious mind to guide.

I care because I love you.  Why do I love you?

After years of sharing your life with someone: all thoughts, laughter, and sorrow;
You sit back in fear of the unknown,
What will you think: who will you be tomorrow?
You bare your soul on an email because when you say the words out loud, It’s as though someone else is speaking.

But I want to hear you speak even if your voice shakes.
As words sputter and breath is scarce;
I want to see the shame and failure on your face...
I need to know you once had loved me for goodness sake....
You walk in jovial from work, like nothing had taken place.
The presence of our once happy union-too soon will be erased.
You sat down and poured a glass of whiskey: letting go really isn’t that hard.... it would seem.

It's with great optimism that one day my fellow primates may realise just how fortunate their lives are. With love and education being the driving force, continuing progress. Treating each other with the same respect that we individually demand yet understand the rhetoric that we have been taught to be true is untrue. It is here where we are not alone. Phantasmagorically searching for our happiness and rest. We are a species nothing more; that can and will determine the future of our existence..our place in the cosmos. Such a responsibility.....treat it as such.

The one thing that we humans  possess is a consciousness; however weak or profound  is the life that we have. Our machinations so rich; so vibrant.. Our dreams are nothing more than what we are or have  experienced.. We are Star dust...living on a pale blue dot; gliding or falling; expanding or contracting. Relative to our  place or position, wherever that may be. In time or relevance. In shape or sound. In sight or wave... This is you....and  so much more.......