Intro

            Hi!

            How are you?

           

            Where are you?

I will tell you.

You’re in a very special place.

Look around you.

Maybe it appears special to you, and maybe it does not.  I don’t know what you call this place you’re in, but I do know where you are.  You’re on a magic flying ball spinning around a brightly shining star.  I imagine you already knew that.  But you might not think about it very much, probably because people aren’t rewarding you with pleasure and love you can see.  Still, it’s true.

            I say this place is special because it’s floating on invisible something, in invisible something, moved by invisible mystery something, all while life goes on with its endless scenes of magic and mystery, passion and history, poetry and science and universal reliance on spaces and times fused by a storyteller who rhymes.

           

            You can find everything you want in this place.  If you are brave enough to explore in the name of being alive more, you may find beauty and trust, and love and lust, and times when choosing is a must.  There is the ecstasy of knowing your only cosmic responsibility is to be.  Yet there is also ultimate joy that can only be received after quality tasks have been achieved.  The time for adventurous fun is different for everyone.  But when the message is received, be ready to believe that this magic spinning flying ball is begging you to live the journey of cosmic poetry.  This voyage will bring you to dignified, electric and chaotic cities filled with glorious splendor and squalid misery.  You will also see peaceful places in the country, where you can perceive the beauty of the leaves and the infinite glory of the stars shining clearly above the trees.  During this journey you do not always have to be right, or feel happy, or even be free, peaceful or genki (which is Japanese for “healthy and happy”).  But as long as you breathe, why not explore more of this mysterious poem you weave?  You just might find you have a few aces you didn’t even know were up your sleeve…

           

            The best U can do is decide what to do with the life that is offered U with each present clue, and go from there to face your bear, whatever U have been given by the living giving.  As our moments come together, we see strong threads of beauty, pathways through poetry, and begin to conduct a symphony composed by the life within oui

           

            The treasured rewards for your participation in creation are enthusiasm, courage through risk for love, and the incredible adventure of being alive.  If you rise to higher levels, you will be lucky enough to win an intuitive trust in a poetic language which moves your world where and when and how this must.  U look through our eyes, bathing our I’s with this beautiful prize.

It’s a glorious and scary world, but there are good people everywhere you go in the universe show.  Suns do shine, and water does flow, and humans do love, and life does grow.

As you know, it usually helps to know more, but sometimes trusting the surprise is best and most wise.  You can do this by loving the world so much that you trust it will help you through the quest by taking care of the rest.  Of course, you must do your best on whatever you have chosen as your test.

           

            Once I went on a quest.  I was very lucky to go on this quest, and even luckier to have survived and thrived.  Thank you, universe.  I imagined all sorts of things that could have happened, but here I am, telling this story to reflect your world’s glory.

           

            In the past four years I have been fortunate to have been able to choose to energize my existence with, embark on, and enjoy a series of journeys, adventures and voyages around many parts of the world, including the land of my birth.

           

            All journeys begin when life begins, and the purpose of a journey is to renew life.  Make it new again.  My journey into this world began in a large building called a hospital.  When I was around long enough to learn and understand some of the world, I was told hospitals were places where everybody, including me, began their destiny in the galaxy.  I was also told that I didn’t want to go back, because that would mean there would be something wrong with me, or even that I would be leaving this only experience I know, which everyone told me is called “life.”  I think even back then the lesson was clear.  Life is a circle.  You’re going to end up where you started, so you might as well fit in as much in between as you can do, and make that circle’s arc as wide and smiley as possible while you’re here, wherever here is compared to there, if there is a there beyond this air.  I know now that “life” is everywhere.  What that word exactly means, well, how could I possibly care?  At some point you have to accept you don’t know and take a dare and face that bear of a question that is always there.  It’s only fair.  Even so, don’t take this “life” for granted, because although it appears to be everywhere, the unique life that you enjoy is extremely rare, so you should definitely care.

           

            There are many ways to show you care.  There is beauty all around you.  Feel free to stare, and if you find something new, please, do share.

           

            The best is to express what’s going on inside, which, though it may be invisible, is very, very, very alive.  If you want that alive to thrive, first you must survive.  Luckily for you, this universe, or “one verse,” provides plenty of poetic clues as to what you can, should and will do.  Help it guide you through by listening, looking, hearing and seeing, and soon you’ll be freeing the excellence of being.

           

            The ball makes circles around this enormous bright light which is actually a ball of fire carrying our soular system wherever it may desire.  I suppose that’s up to the forces on higher, galactic central, the universe, whatever it is that lights the fire of grace in space.  But when it comes to this soular system, it’s the ace, selflessly flowing light, heat, and life to this place.

           

            The ball where I was born and have been this whole time is mostly covered in beautiful blue, but the artist completes this scene with glorious green.

           

            There are many groups of people in places with words called names, and throughout life they have changed.  Right now, the range is from 190-206, depending on who you ask, which is kind of strange.

           

            My land’s name is five words:  The United States of America.  It has nicknames too.  America.  The United States.  The U.S.  The States.  The USA.  The US of A.  The Union.  US.  We’re a club of humans that share many aspects of life.  We have the same people taking our money and telling us what to do, and weapons entrusted to people controlled by the first people, all in service of assuring that many (but not all) members of our club get to enjoy their life as much as possible, that is, as possible as it is for humans to assure how things are amongst these millions of galaxies with gazillions of stars.

           

            There’s a lot of life on this ball, but the ones who have a chance to love it the most are humans, i.e., you and me.  And the people who have the best lives are the ones who find a way to get some pay for doing the work play which they love each day.

            I had only been riding the magic flying ball for five circles around the star when I decided I am a writer, story teller, and creative adventurer with an opportunity to be a unique sensation of the universal imagination.

            It’s beautiful and true that I can make this book to express Chung Fu to you and give you clues about what you’re supposed to do to make do and get through the eternal U, whoever you are or whatever you do.  Even though I’m writing this at a place in time and space that has been laced with some sort of number language date, I might as well be talking to you in person right now, face to face.

            If you were with me right now, let’s say, by a fire alongside a field beneath a row of trees, and the suns were all shining gloriously in the beautiful dark mysterious celestial sea, reflecting the harmony of the cosmic symphony, just for you and me and the infinity of divinity, I would tell a story about a journey that began a long time ago in a distant land of mystery, a place, which, to get there, you must traverse the deserts, mountains, jungles, cities and seas.

            When I am finished, I suggest you go celebrate the universal love poetry which makes you brave, free, awed by the mystery and supremely genki.

            Go be free, on behalf of everybody.

           

            Love what you see, especially the beauty, even when it appears not to be.

           

            Rest assured.  There is providential poetry in everything you see.

           

            Of course, it’s more than a word such as poetry.  This is also about the feeling that vibrates intensely in every part of your be.  My favorite path to this feeling is awe, an intense wondrous energy, such as that special feeling you get when you’re alone in the streets, the forest, the water or the stars, and the wind creates a breeze which happens to be the keys to your joyful destinies, and then you roll with the tide and go inside.  Then the right song comes along to turn you on, and that’s when your love smiles at you to help you pull through and make do that which draws your love closer to you and the deeper experience of this magic you share and breathe with U…

            Naturally, you can’t just fall for every pretty person who sends you a smile or a thumb’s up.  That’s part of the poetry.  That’s why the one who does smile at you in the right way is so special to begin with.  That’s why you need the clearest choices of character which bring you the precise peace that puts your mind at ease so you may live the life you love.  But it doesn’t end there.  Sometimes you need something more than humans can offer, if only to move away just enough to get a newer viewpoint which makes you appreciate and communicate at a higher level.  That’s when you get out there and start noticing the parts of your world you never noticed before.  The ones you took for granted.  It’s all out there for you to pick apart and recreate as art from your own heart.  If you’re having trouble at the start, you can show off your best attempts at being smart simply by playing with your brain, and sharing everything you find, no matter how insane.  But this is a beginning stage, and as you advance with age, you learn that if you want to get anything done or find anything you truly desire with clear focus from the parts of you that matter, then you’re going to have to flow your senses into a system where you can choose the best moves to put your personal poetry into action, playing your role in the one poem journey of everybody, the goal being now, the joy us wow.