Monday, April 7, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
GLOWIN
A year ago I wrote and cried and improved on the heart, and
she shined a light on me.
The morning of 4/5 I was feeling low, mostly about my immediate circumstances, and blaming myself for them. I was also worrying about the world on many levels. So I let it out, and then I started working to apply my creativity (601) to something tangible, that I could see, right in front (612) of (614) me. Something that had (619) been there for a long time, but just then (629) (630) was showing (633) me just how glorious, grand and beautiful (641) the (643) heart’s art (646) was, is, could, should, would and will be.
A year later, in supposedly the same spot on the circle around the sun—which gives the light of life to everyone—I was feeling emotionally fine but physically slow, because it was the only day of the week where work was a place to which I did not have to go. I wanted to rest, I looked forward to rain and (718) rejuvenating my spirit and ability (724) to express the inner truths of imagination, knowledge, wisdom and creativity supplied infinitely with divinity. (“Sing 741 from Your Heart” says the Yogi Tea) Instead the sun shined brightly all day, so I had to work (61) with what the world was offering me and go play. I walked down to the riverside park where the wind almost blew the headphones from my ears, the waves strong with white caps as far as the eye could see, from the George Washington Bridge in Washington Heights, Harlem and New Jersey. (814) There were already people playing basketball on the courts and baseball on the field. After some rest and some lunch I ran to the pyramid, and well, after that, just about every time I wanted to call it quits and hop on the train home, a premonition came to me urging me to push on further and explore the city. With the weather slowly improving, many more adventures will be available to me. That’s how I discovered the new garden.
When I returned home, I returned to the water to see a bright ball reflecting the magic sun ball’s light throughout the Manhattan Hudson Jersey night. She was the moon, smiling wide at a small orange balloon floating upon the waves.
I listened through music, and Train Tracks.
I returned to the apartment to take more pictures of the world’s layered creativity revealing its hidden treasures (961) for free. I bought food to sustain this be, including potato chips and three forms of green. The song from before made me remember this old bag of dried up beans I had been storing in the cupboard since I purchased them back in Queens. They are a mixed bag of beans, with a wide variety of magic. Beanstalks will begin to bloom soon.
"Believe It Achieve It” glided from the wall to (1034) my hand recently, matching perfectly with “I Can Live Free, In Peace and My Dreams” from a mural decorating a center of learning in the city of San Francisco, where I was celebrating the same values and gifts provided by this world that provides itself, especially from within.
The lesson: a space spiral ago, I was feeling low, so I began improving my art and then shared it as some sort of show, with words (1111) to flow (1114) the feeling (if you didn’t already know).
This weekend I have been enjoying being alive and the fact that (1134) I survived a journey which allowed me to thrive with we be’s buzzing in the hive. Both days I was feeling like indulging my fatigue, but (1161) I decided instead to trust my mind’s intrigue and follow this mysterious work of art wherever it may lead.
Shine the light of your story.
If you don’t know how, just start shining your story lights
any way that feels right (42).
The day before (45)(46) today (47) (48) (49) I ) (don’t
stop) (54) went on an adventure in New (61) York City. (64) I ran to the great pyramid of the sun
(74) at 3:34 (77) and (79) also photographed art (83) with the W 143 Rainbow
Way One, and Historic Hamilton Heights.
Then I walked through beautiful buildings (101) to W 145 St. Nicholas
and moon smile (hi!) (111) before the (114) train to the park on a sunny day,
walking with water reflecting sunlight more (129) with each step (133) (134)
unaware on the way to the garden with (143) dancing women (146) (147) (148)
(149) in the sunlight, to the summit, (646) to the Garden (161) Ring of Freedom
(164) with the most gloriously timed and surprisingly detailed, enormous and
powerful work of dazzling art sculpted beneath a blue sky, with the words of
wisdom flowing through the famous faces of the ages on a circle surrounding this
celebration of the triumph of the sun moon smiling with all (214) the life of
the planet, in many magical manifestations (224), amazing animals, and joyous
Hiromi music on with (233) art projects everywhere, from children, and bears,
lions, turtles, frogs, monkeys, and everything danced and faced the gigantic
crab (the sign) holding the earth together and (Choux a La Crème) a warrior
triumphant over the negative so that the rest may celebrate the beauty of
life, the entrance on W 111, Amsterdam AV. Naturally.
I walked all the way up Broadway to my room, where I was very happy to
have a place to be, before going to the river to see the sun shining over the
Hudson swimming into the great Atlantic Sea, flowing (326) the whole world with
the humanity (333) (334) (335) all around me
“Today I Can Live Free, In (345) Peace and My Dreams”
That picture appeared while typing.
I saw the sun set and stared up at the greatest moon smile
possible at the edge of the riverside park with the enormous expanse of
wondrous water, home of all life we enjoy, and stars shining in the sky
appearing one by one as I realize I am the only person in the world having this
exact fun. Even if people in houses or
apartments nearby have the view, and happen to know of this beautiful elixir (433)
(434) (435) of life, they don’t have the wind, or this position with immediate
elevation so that the astounding view is spread out in front of U (461) above the barriers separating the universal rhythm.
There was much on the mind. Looking into space, seeing the moon floating faithfully with a smile, reminded that we have been floating on the magic spin ball the whole while, with blue-green style. On the day 4/6 (or 6/4) the ball was in this exact same relationship to the sun. I would say it is in the exact same space, but the sun itself is moving with a galaxy moving with a universe which would probably be moving as that seems to be the fun thing to do around here.
There was much on the mind. Looking into space, seeing the moon floating faithfully with a smile, reminded that we have been floating on the magic spin ball the whole while, with blue-green style. On the day 4/6 (or 6/4) the ball was in this exact same relationship to the sun. I would say it is in the exact same space, but the sun itself is moving with a galaxy moving with a universe which would probably be moving as that seems to be the fun thing to do around here.
The morning of 4/5 I was feeling low, mostly about my immediate circumstances, and blaming myself for them. I was also worrying about the world on many levels. So I let it out, and then I started working to apply my creativity (601) to something tangible, that I could see, right in front (612) of (614) me. Something that had (619) been there for a long time, but just then (629) (630) was showing (633) me just how glorious, grand and beautiful (641) the (643) heart’s art (646) was, is, could, should, would and will be.
A year later, in supposedly the same spot on the circle around the sun—which gives the light of life to everyone—I was feeling emotionally fine but physically slow, because it was the only day of the week where work was a place to which I did not have to go. I wanted to rest, I looked forward to rain and (718) rejuvenating my spirit and ability (724) to express the inner truths of imagination, knowledge, wisdom and creativity supplied infinitely with divinity. (“Sing 741 from Your Heart” says the Yogi Tea) Instead the sun shined brightly all day, so I had to work (61) with what the world was offering me and go play. I walked down to the riverside park where the wind almost blew the headphones from my ears, the waves strong with white caps as far as the eye could see, from the George Washington Bridge in Washington Heights, Harlem and New Jersey. (814) There were already people playing basketball on the courts and baseball on the field. After some rest and some lunch I ran to the pyramid, and well, after that, just about every time I wanted to call it quits and hop on the train home, a premonition came to me urging me to push on further and explore the city. With the weather slowly improving, many more adventures will be available to me. That’s how I discovered the new garden.
When I returned home, I returned to the water to see a bright ball reflecting the magic sun ball’s light throughout the Manhattan Hudson Jersey night. She was the moon, smiling wide at a small orange balloon floating upon the waves.
I listened through music, and Train Tracks.
I returned to the apartment to take more pictures of the world’s layered creativity revealing its hidden treasures (961) for free. I bought food to sustain this be, including potato chips and three forms of green. The song from before made me remember this old bag of dried up beans I had been storing in the cupboard since I purchased them back in Queens. They are a mixed bag of beans, with a wide variety of magic. Beanstalks will begin to bloom soon.
"Believe It Achieve It” glided from the wall to (1034) my hand recently, matching perfectly with “I Can Live Free, In Peace and My Dreams” from a mural decorating a center of learning in the city of San Francisco, where I was celebrating the same values and gifts provided by this world that provides itself, especially from within.
The lesson: a space spiral ago, I was feeling low, so I began improving my art and then shared it as some sort of show, with words (1111) to flow (1114) the feeling (if you didn’t already know).
This weekend I have been enjoying being alive and the fact that (1134) I survived a journey which allowed me to thrive with we be’s buzzing in the hive. Both days I was feeling like indulging my fatigue, but (1161) I decided instead to trust my mind’s intrigue and follow this mysterious work of art wherever it may lead.
I love your glow, your show, how you share what you know,
and thrive and spread your joyous experience of the universal flow. (1204)
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Smiling
The best is to enjoy being alive as much as possible, and this is made
possible by making the world more enjoyable.
Friday, April 4, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Move the World Around
However, the most memorable moment of all that madness was what I saw after I had already checked out all the booths. I noticed this toddler vigorously and intensely moving this seat across the floor. I have no idea why. There didn't appear to be any need for it. He had just decided that this chair needed a new place to be, and he was the one to move it there. I'm not sure he knew exactly where that was supposed to be, but he wasn't going to get any grief from me on that account. His parents noticed and let him pursue his passion. They didn't know what he knew, but understood that truth, and let him pursue his own path.
Maybe he had seen that the world needed to be moved around to be more beautiful, and he took action. Perhaps he thought he was doing something important. Or maybe he was just having fun. It could be that he knew it was all just practice for when he would really have to move something important, maybe for himself, or maybe for someone else. Perhaps he cannot walk without the seat, and he is really using the world as his means of transportation. I think that by moving, he moves the world, and by moving the world, he enables himself to move. A beautiful symbiotic relationship.
Who knows?
Does he?
Whatever he is doing here, he's doing it better than anyone else could imagine.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Delight
A very busy day today.
I have a lot to say, and I already said it by writing it somewhere else. I will tell the story in more detail when I feel it is ready. I will not transform great stories into mediocre ones in the name of rushing or standardization. That is not to say that techniques aren't important for expressing emotions. But if it's only about the technique, and not the emotion, then what's the point? That's what I've been thinking about a lot today.
Today was very good, but then very stressful. When I finally got home, I decided to write the frustration down with words. Then I went on a walk and realized just how great life is: I walked across a bridge toward the smiling moon, which was smiling for the first time in a long time. I walked past basketball hoops and a baseball field filled with players. I walked to the view above the river and surveyed the area surrounding me, connected with me. I thought deeply about a part of my life that has been weighing on me since I moved to New York. I made a decision, and I became much happier. A burden had been lifted.
I walked back toward my apartment. Earlier I had looked from my window into the street and saw a man running down the middle of the street. Not the sidewalk. The street. So as I approached the enormous hill that stands between the park and my apartment, I began sprinting up the hill right in the middle of the street. Then I began writing again. Pages completed. A breath of refreshment.
At 11 o'clock I finally had time to cook a meal. I hadn't eaten as much as usual during the day, and I hadn't had a full nutritious meal yet. I washed, chopped, cooked and ate the food. After many bites I finally drank the water with deep thirst and full appreciation. I savored the few drops that remained on the inner sides of my lips and cheeks and slowly trickled down to my throat, each one perceived with full gratitude and recognition. I thought of just how lucky I was to live in a world with something as joyously delicious and healing as water, and that I lived somewhere where I could easily have this water for free. Lucky me. Then I breathed deeply and appreciated the miracle of being able to be.
I have a lot to say, and I already said it by writing it somewhere else. I will tell the story in more detail when I feel it is ready. I will not transform great stories into mediocre ones in the name of rushing or standardization. That is not to say that techniques aren't important for expressing emotions. But if it's only about the technique, and not the emotion, then what's the point? That's what I've been thinking about a lot today.
Today was very good, but then very stressful. When I finally got home, I decided to write the frustration down with words. Then I went on a walk and realized just how great life is: I walked across a bridge toward the smiling moon, which was smiling for the first time in a long time. I walked past basketball hoops and a baseball field filled with players. I walked to the view above the river and surveyed the area surrounding me, connected with me. I thought deeply about a part of my life that has been weighing on me since I moved to New York. I made a decision, and I became much happier. A burden had been lifted.
I walked back toward my apartment. Earlier I had looked from my window into the street and saw a man running down the middle of the street. Not the sidewalk. The street. So as I approached the enormous hill that stands between the park and my apartment, I began sprinting up the hill right in the middle of the street. Then I began writing again. Pages completed. A breath of refreshment.
At 11 o'clock I finally had time to cook a meal. I hadn't eaten as much as usual during the day, and I hadn't had a full nutritious meal yet. I washed, chopped, cooked and ate the food. After many bites I finally drank the water with deep thirst and full appreciation. I savored the few drops that remained on the inner sides of my lips and cheeks and slowly trickled down to my throat, each one perceived with full gratitude and recognition. I thought of just how lucky I was to live in a world with something as joyously delicious and healing as water, and that I lived somewhere where I could easily have this water for free. Lucky me. Then I breathed deeply and appreciated the miracle of being able to be.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
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