Rules for Happiness:
something to do,
someone to love,
something to hope for."

Each dull wooden stalactite
Of rain creaks, hardened by the light

Sounding like an overtone
From some lonely world unknown.

sometimes nothing is the most important thing.

hey! I am just looking for some breathing room...COME'ON!!

there is glamour wherever we look if we take away the colors or add them.

do you find yourself dreaming of possibilities of things to happen or are you working on what is now?

unique splendor of happiness and defeat in one day.

Be not a cancer to this earth. Leave room for nature. Leave room for nature.

"We are all los inmigrantes, the Soul is The First Immigrant: The Soul cannot be held back by any imaginary boundary drawn against it; not by mountain ranges, not by rivers, nor by human scorn. The Soul, goes everywhere, like an old woman in her right mind, going anywhere she wishes, saying whatever she wants, bending to mend whatever is within her reach. Wherever she goes, the Soul brings new life.

For I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away...

poetic imagination a cultural past does not exist. ... one must be receptive, receptive to the image at the moment it appears: if there be a philosophy of poetry, it must appear and re-appear in a significant verse, in a total adherence to an isolated image.

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in the poetic imagination a cultural past does not exist..

on our way back home....

how we keep boundaries, what permission we have to cross boundaries, and how we do so.

For a moment this fits:

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.

-ED

“keep with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude,” which is found in nature, even while “in the midst of the crowd”

what woud the world look like without my contacts?

We can change our dreams daily.

We can change our identity daily.

A strange place to be.

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,

I wish you well in your life's journey and hope the universe answers your kind spirit accordingly.

always working on being the best me.

is it better to know where you are or where you are going?

At times we find ourselves in places we never thought could be,
If we decide to be happy, we can be.
yee-haw.

good night. sleep tight. bless you. sweet dreams. peace and i love you.

I woke up in the middle of the night
and it took no time to go into thought-
immediately I was in conversation with myself.
Sometimes there is no grey in extremities.

Should I have talked about Juliette or the leaves, since it's impossible to do both at once? ...

this reminds me of an old town, which once was a new city.

never wish to shine.

As for Mother Gothel,
her heart shrank to the size of a pin,
never again to say: Hold me, my young dear,
hold me,
and only as she dreamed of the yellow hair
did moonlight sift into her mouth.

I get by in life on amphibological errors and motivations.

I have a memory of who I wanted to be grew I grew up.

even the most perfect reproduction is lacking in one element: presence in time and
space. It's unique existence at the place it happened to be as photographs
give people an imaginary
possession of a past that is unreal, they also help people take possession of a space
in which they are insecure. photography has become on of the principle devices
for experiencing something. For giving appearance of participation!

Swimming in the ocean looks dreamy...

a long time ago the light shone down on you...

You made me love you...

oh god isnt it wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much...

this world, this snowball, this bliss, this tank full of dreams and the dreaming and the dreamers....the memoried trap---This pot for patience, (and for parturience), This hive, this busy city full of fools, This kind oarsman's paradise, this sot-- this edition & ship and classic crystal, entity and no entity wrap for protection, from the invisible infinity, this tale of stars, this lie, ---this delectable sainthood-place, this cross, this brother, Death the motif & repetition sere, this Autumn and Sprint, of nothing but death, this absence of phantoms, this belly of a dog, this noise, this cleave, clasp--alas this picture, this face, this written story,  on perfect paper--this discipline and sugary, this suffering incident, and accident and Noble incomprehensible As-is-Ness (this shin that hurts, this state of nothingness this Ecstasy Foretold, this real dream, this true dream, this path that leads to This, this perfectness)

happy all the time.
phenomena is the trivia of the divine...

everything that decorates life is formative.

the small talk frightens me
ten thousand years on the edge of a cliff