pad thai and yerba matte magic

this time around, more salient than ever, i feel fully conscious of the INFLUENCE that people have on others and i feel conscious of the influence others have had on me and i to others...it is both enlightening and amazing...it seems to make much sense...its consistent and explains quite much...not only so, but it also brings the issue of us being a rather more reactive organism or a free willful one...this is still in question but for how long?

a morning newspaper with no language

at times..i feel true and i feel balanced, but most of all i just feel

it is devoid of time, of anything in particular

it is both shapeless and nameless, without specificity to words

or any feeling we can define with words we know

or believe we think we know

i feel that i am existing somehow both with everything and nothing

as a grand oneness, as it all is me, everything i can see

and things i do not

if i close my eyes it is the same

i feel i am the way smoke moves...it is and also becomes silk in a way

i feel i am also a blade of grass, existing in pure randomness

unaware of its affect and innocent of its influence

just being, just trivial yet so important

....right in the middle of it all...this infinite story

both shadows and sunlight continuing here and there

just putting around, always arriving and departing to now and then

like a sailboat without its oars, unafraid, unprepared, unattached,

floating everywhere

maneuvers made similarly with synergy

it is possible for two souls who never met to be entirely familiar...i felt this today

a feeling found where leaves play

in the speckles of the rock with patterns convinced

an empty blister on each and every fingertip

to a line atop the water in a glass

where evidence of life in the cold air

of grain

of cloud

of a lump in a frogs throat

of a path within its fur

a hidden chord anxious to be discovered

energy so worthy and formless

unyielding and resilient

aware of its existence

honest and sincere

leaving marks and passing with no tracks

sensing

and gluing with noble care

floating between wrecklessnes and warmth