just wanted to say that I ❤️u..‼️
btw, did u get the 🌹🌻🌺 I sent u on fb?
let’s get 2gether 2night 4 some cookin’, whadaya say?
ill order ur fav 🍕 with my new app,
and we’ll have 🍷with some youtube.
ill wasap u my add,
if u get lost with gmaps, no pb,
just text me 🆗❓
or send me ur lct, will cnct wit u.
miss u babe,
can u bring some ext prtc?
and there I was,
after a week of self pity,
having denied my body of its needs,
all digitalized and pixelized,
spending one day after another on the couch, trying to find my answers on the latest PS hit,
creating no energy to lead me towards yet another successful event,
a surprising twist came in the form of a friend, which turned into an even more surprising twist in the form of meditation.
as I was shaking, dancing and observing, the fog around my head began to disperse,
light was coming through and I started seeing again, realizing simply and honestly how I have been complicating so brilliantly and feeding my suffering and confusion.
why are you so evasive?
it can be impossible to connect with you with all those distractions around.
but I got you now, my friend.
the mindful mind shall not overcome my joyful self. at least not for long..
in order to emancipate.
get up and dance,
get into trance,
I am my own king,
and I will rule my kingdom
it’s me, it’s you,
it’s in me, it’s in you,
it’s around and in between,
it’s a force, without force,
it is beauty in simplicity,
it is what we do,
when we accept,
when we care,
when we are,
when we look,
when we don’t hate,
when we don’t judge,
when we don’t complicate,
because it is everywhere,
where the sun is setting,
where the bird is nesting,
where the cat is resting,
where the beats are playing,
and the feet are moving,
moving without stressing,
love is effortless
(thank you Viola)
the intolerable likeness of notification
give it to me, yesss,
give it to me hard on,
straight forward and blunt,
don’t let me rest,
don’t let me sleep
or close my eyes for one sec..
old telephone ring me,
for cursed is silence..
I am your humble servant,
enchanted by the mystical sounds,
longing for your signals of affection..
insight me with your never ending knowledge,
I am but a disciple,
lead by incoming lights,
following an unstoppable stream of illumination,
walking blindly on a path paved with metal, glass and pixels,
through a field of uncertainty,
looking and wishing for your heavenly approval
come join the secret religion of tea bag wisdom!
it has recently come to my attention, yet again, that happiness can be found in details, that it is possible to find joy within the smallest of things.
having encountered, yet again, with the fabulous tea collection by “yogi tea” (trademark, copyrighted, please don’t sue me..), I got reconnected, yet again, with the beauty of this simple truth.
life is to be lived,
money is to be spent,
love is to be celebrated..
these are but a few insights I have had thanks to those wonderful messages every morning, since I got me some delicious packs, yet again.
enlightened and inspired,
I can once more go about my daily life, treasuring all those precious moments which I tend to miss out, yet again.
Bring them on, bring on the kids.
Let them pour out of your bellies,
Fill up hospitals and schools,
Cramp and stack cars and buses,
Nicely and densely.
Bring them on, bring on the kids,
Let them wander around aimlessly,
Trying to figure out what is their purpose,
Where should they waste their time,
How can they be socially constructive,
And whether or not follow their parents footsteps.
Bring them on, bring on the kids,
Teach them the important lessons you’ve learned,
Show them those insightful truths of your experiences,
Educate them to see right from wrong,
So that they can grow up happily,
Forever knowing they do not really make a difference,
That they are to be blamed for your lack of judgment,
Doomed to be denied of a natural, loving planet.
Bring on the kids,
Let them plunder the streets,
Paving them with booze and dope,
Taking responsibility for a non responsible world,
Living out of survival instincts,
Stumbling between one accident to the next.
I see them,
At night, when you’re in deep dreams,
I see those pour souls,
On the street, at the mall and train station,
stupidly drunk on the sidewalk,
hoping and wishing to somehow be accepted,
trying to make sense,
for lack of something better to do.
the roundness of your body
makes my stiffness soften,
as I gently stroke your curves
and let my hands disappear into
your endless, beautiful darkness.
I take great pleasure in exploring
the formless sensual you,
without any conclusion.
i like it when you firmly tell me
“don’t do that”,
or when you unconsciously say
the touch of your fingertips,
slowly stroking my back,
brings me to high sensual alertness,
indulging me further as they go
towards my sacrum.
I am feeling you very much,
with oil dripping down your belly,
streaming and cleansing in between your legs,
forming a growing puddle of lust on the mattress.
tenderness is my soft spot,
I wish to bask in your
everlasting fountain of lightness,
give me more of your healing source of energy,
help me scare off my shadows,
transform my hardened,
into easy going,
I’m longing to relate.
let’s melt into each other,
burn into desireless desire,
explore infinitely into passion,
enjoy timelessly in slow motion