move

Like an old sound on the radio, a friend on my mind.
I sit here projecting out of this old place with the high ceilings and warped creaky floorboards.
For hours I'll just sit here and remember how long it's been.
I will smile at the snow outside.
I'll drink tea and rock, and I'll get up to cook.
I'll look at all the old photos again and know when I hung them.
All the pages of books I'll smell.
The guitar has been behind the couch for far too long.
I'll recall every inch of this room in silence as the dust settles,
and with every sound the floor makes I'll spring back a couple weeks.

A Gamble With Time

The only thing separating Me from It was

 a thin white line,

a thin white line,

a thin white line,

and something else that I left behind.

Although my mistakes have been purposeful I know

a thin white line,

a thin white line,

a thin white line,

is but a gamble with time.

simply unbelievable

“Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars… and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers - for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.” — Osho

i'm beginning to feel it again.......