beyond thought to streams

Be the change you want to see in the world --Ghandi


Its midnight and I'm wondering why I have allowed myself to avoid sweet sleep for so long.

I see that when I think I am found I am usually lost, or almost lost. When I think I am lost I am . . .allright. Perhaps it is the balance of finding that space between the here and there. This is the place where I see that to think there is such a thing as sanity is insane. To think there is one reality is unreal. They all exist in a spectrum, but can only sanely be perceived in a glance of something that appears concrete.

I am listening to the sound of traffic and the hum of a corn syrup plant.