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Monday, May 14, 2012

ankle pains

Nothing is defined. there will always be fluidity to universal laws. To resist the ebb and flow is to fight a losing battle. However valiant and honorable that may or may not be, it seems more advantageous and sensible to sit back and listen. empty the mind for the moments to come. Although there is chaos, there is rhythm to the madness. Although everything changes, everything goes back. There's a time and a place for everything, the experience shows us what we need to know, even if it's lessons may feel contradictory at times. walls are meant to be broken, but that doesn't mean they aren't meant to be built. Maybe suffering is God's way of getting your attention, of breaking you, when you think you know. maybe pain is the universal catalyst to the realization of a hope that was always there, inside. Pain is my education,You can't spell "paint", without it. All i know is that I don't. I never did, i never will. everything is a reflection of the connection, and the lack of it. the light and the absence of it. the spectrum in between is everything there is. perhaps we are attracted to the glow because it is a glimpse of God speaking through the connected. These are just my thoughts, but I know countless others have thought them before...


if your technique is correct, if your foundation is strong...if your approach is effective, then the music should protect you. the music will pull your strings, allow your intuition to shatter your inhibitions. when you are warm and your energy is ready, when your frequencies are tuned in and the window is open,

everything makes sense.

the spirit breaks through me.


Monday, April 23, 2012

“I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come 'round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you've just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
"more”
Rumi


this hit me

Nothing brings suffering as does
the untamed, uncontrolled unattended and unrestrained heart.
That heart brings suffering.
-buddha


Thursday, March 29, 2012

smooth concrete

under blue florescent lighting

the cars pass by

the city breathes

the sound of shuffles, skids, and steps.

focused with the sound of my own breath muffled

no music

no one else

throwing down to stay warm

to clear my head

to sharpen...

for therapy.



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