Lost in the sea of the self, this where I want to be. But the rigors of daily life keep smacking me awake. The outside world is meaningful. The kids, my family, and freindships, relationships with the world. This moment that will never be again. But the turmoil of the March madness of twisted problems blown in a gusty cold wind around my head, this I want to escape from and slip into the sea of the inner self.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Another Sunday morning, I love the quiet before the world wakes up. I can hear my mind think and my soul speak. Life is filled with foreground blasts of dense information and distraction: a tightly woven fabric with no room for empty space and quiet. There are just too many emails selling Viagra to delete. The thing with over activity and over stimulation of mind is that unless you’re pointed in the right direction you’re just digging dirt, making holes that you’ll have to fill back up. True sometimes the circus show is a delight, I just get dizzy and off balance from too much.