I sit here eating a bagel.
Wondering how many calories are in cream cheese.
My eyes are 360 on this pedestal surrounded by books and humanity.
I see a man pick up a bible
He seems lost in his contemplating
Does he believe?
Will he believe?
It doesn't matter to me.
I'm happy with this bagel.
I'm satisfied by simplicity.

Why can't every moment be our best moment?
A culmination tumbling down of events and actions.
That makes it something so unique,
It'll never be again replicated.
No matter how much you try,
The pieces can never be put back again,
In the puzzle that time had crafted.

This cloudy morn of murk,
Where on my tongue I taste dirt,
I should wallow in grey plumes, sir,
But I glide by this dank flirt,

On lady nature lay cobbled stone,
Without shoes we’d feel at home,
But this spring one looks to be known,
In diamond vestments is how we ‘grow’,

As my glide comes to a stop,
And I lay rest in this earthy shop,
Sipping elixirs of generations crops,
I breath I taste tip top,

Chakra advocate with stature,
I see you too truth catcher,
Without shoes, tongue out plan hatcher,
The dew fills your pallet, oh catch her.

I sat by the rocks on top of the cliff over the beach that was conveniently  placed behind my school.
Or rather my school conveniently placed in front of it.
I felt alone as I sifted through my notes and waited for him to come. I hoped he would come but I did not know if he would. I was used to expecting the worst, and I convinced myself this time would be no different.

Beyond the overhang of the cliff I sat, there was a man fishing, wearing a bright pink hat and yellow shoes. He stood on a rock all alone as he intricately moved his hands along  his fishing line. I could not make out the movements but I could tell he was well rehearsed.

I kept peaking over my shoulder to see if I would see him coming to join me but he was no where in sight. As I sat there watching the fisherman, I realized I was not at all alone. A contentness  fell over me as I realized that I was never really alone. Or perhaps that being alone wasn't really being alone when you can make peace with it.

In that moment I realized what I had always realized but was never able to make peace with:
We would probably wander much of our lives alone but we ultimately get to chose if we want to be lonely or not.
Some days I will feel lonely, and other days I'd find my fisherman in the distance to find comfort in.

The supposition of a higher power is fruitless
It plays with the curiosities and leads the faithless blind
The “cognizant” host of this paradigm shall always find more questions, the hunger never tempered
Is it not in our nature to seek and desire?
Or are we guided by the hand to a place where we actually remember who we are instead of trying to discover who we are
A challenging thought I suppose, but that’s exactly my point
If we suppose we are to assume and if we are to assume then we get lost in a whirlwind of just trying to be right
What if we just stopped saying what if?
I’m not asking for omniscience because that would take the fun away
However, I envision a world someday living fully in experience and divine synchronicity
Where the eb and flow of every vibration is just a ride for us all
And enlightenment will follow
I cannot suppose that the great mystery is random, nor can I suppose there is a higher power
I must Feel it
Breathe it
Become it
Every dimension, every space and intention must be divine
Until I’m living the way at least a little
Until I’m perceiving as one would for even a moment
I will remain fruitless
When we practice the art of the divine, supposition disappears, faith is resolute, wisdom thrives, and the world gets a bit brighter

I'm going to bed happy
for the first time in a long time.

And it feels good.

I'm going to bed with a smile on my face
for the first time in a long time.

And it feels good.

I'm going to bed laughing
for the first time in a long time.

And it feels so good.