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Adjusting to the sound of the rubber tires embracing the concrete, the can-do attitude of day to day living, and constant game of social tetris, leaves one exhumed; exhausted. Sometimes the ever present “now” is lost in all our countless plans and attempts at  uprooting ourselves from what we have, to what we don’t have at the moment. It’s a never ending dance from one thing to another, and we always crave more. The way this world has evolved over the past century is indeed strange. Picture a tree that represents the dawn of  **** erectus’  way of living growing for the last million or so years on this world. From the unified trunk stemmed many branches with twigs cascading other branches and leaves extending outward toward the sun. Every tree branch is a different philosophy and/or perception of life how that group had  known. All these multitudes of how one should live his/her life standing out, yet working perfectly together with the others. There is no such idea that there is simply one correct answer to how you should live. This system of a very co-existent variety had worked for thousands, if not millions, of years. Yet, over the past century, most of these different branches and twigs and leaves have somehow just fallen off. Leaving just one conjoined branch(if you can call it that anymore) to soak up the nutrients it needs to survive. There is no more variance in how these stem outward. They all follow each other, doing the same as the one ahead of it. A very poor, inefficient strategy of keeping the whole alive. Thus leaving the entire tree malnourished of sunlight, soon it’s systems will shut down and eventually die. Too many people in this current world are all to ready to follow someone else’s idea about how they should live their life. In fact almost the entire population live this one, “right” construct. Infinitely stuck in an eternal circle of work, consume, work, consume, work, consume. Where is the humanity in this? Where is the forward propulsion of the human experience? Instead of  letting our natural curiosity take form and grab hold to evolve our knowledge of the universe, we drown out it’s cries with television and shopping malls..
Jethro Oct 2017
see what you can, cause you can't see what you can't
hear what your ears let your mind make into sounds

coincidence?
maybe you say
mystery morning dew disappears in the light of day abracadabra!
do you remember that dream you had the other night?
or was that a memory of reality, sometimes its hard to tell the difference don't you think? do you ever stop! or start thinking before blinking, about blinking.

a heart beat... potentially one wild woman pulse away from being about as dead as a mexican jumping bean when they plug you into the machine by the wall for a reboot,
Clear!

have you watched the morning moon cast a searching light, spot light over the oceans wet face, where does the rest of it's illumination go?
perhaps it's looking for where the rainbows land

have you noticed how atoms and planets look so simply alike? elephants are afraid of mice, even rice gathers together in groups, strength in numbers i suppose as it flies over the world from strange lands and even stranger strangers hands into your dinner bowl

so there's so much wonder full of wonder around about even looking up, we do that sometimes in life still, every now and again, that black endless space with twinkles, majestic, open, looks like dew in the day, behind the scenes of mystery, clumped together in floating cities...

coincidence? mayb...
stop trying to explain!
it's okay to just
enjoy it
awe it
Glorifying God
He's bigger than you and takes no prisoners unless you look up and your heart becomes bound up in the freedom of Holy mystery, leaning into controlled out of mind madness, that's okay when you see through,
its what you become, look into the sun until eyes stop working and all the darkness is light when you close them,
its a happy strange thing,
its okay to be uncomfortable
awkwardness is healing
pain is weakness leaving the body
stop being different when being you is different enough
Love above coincidence
cheaply we call randoM
that which is costly Divine

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