Honest Spiritual Anarchy

It's a funny thing this, being in the world and not of it.

Scenes pass. Morning walks over landscapes now familiar
roll through the rythym of time like pearls.

To actually live the focal point of holding the alignment
highest and best, for all, in all directions.

As the thoughts rise in your mind
of concern for another... You know.

You have transgressed. Diververgance from that which is
possible to that which is "likely" in a world fraught with
"what is" observation and conclusion.

How long does it take us to figure out...
that the observations we make
are all
of the past?

Not the inspired visions that
spring forth from the now
but the old has been
what is
were/when/was
of our
already
consumated
concluded
thought?

What is so dangerous
about
looking into the future
with an
open heart
and an
open mind

?


There is nothing
so frightening
as the
stories
we
tell
ourselves.


Get over it
Smile
Dream
Envision

The good times
are
about
to
roll.