An Australian friend posing as an American and the inspiration of company along with the thoughts of a woman

Okay, Okay, the dishes need to get done and perhaps some organizing is in order. But the moment and all of its inherent beauty has stolen my potential for cleaning and let it rest gently on the art of perceiving or explaining what I am seeing in the form of the written word.

Perhaps it is because of the soundtrack filled with beautiful melodies that make my fingers dance across the black keys or the fact that each song leaves me with the inspiration of what will be and the fact that I, and all of us, can inspire the birth of bliss throughout our interactions with others or ourselves. Sometimes it happens and I can't ignore it. Other times it happens and I make the conscious choice to not ignore it. Now is one of those times. I am choosing to delve aimlessly into this moment with its forgotten consequences.

But enough with the vague pleasantries that take us nowhere. Let's get to the point or the journey to the place where I may find it. I wrote a letter to a woman today, as I sometimes do, but most of all I am glad because, for some reason, I have inspired a friend again. There is so much sadness and so many wanderers waiting to jump off cliffs into moments of the unknown, but to give one hope is the greatest task of the wandering monk. We all need each other and if we live up to the task of being there for ones in need than we have served our greatest purpose and perhaps the most important task in achieving self actualization or the thought that it can ever be felt.

Enlightenment is the desire of the human mind. For me, this happens with a smile, or the blink of two eyes connected for a mere moment. These simple moments are where the beauty of infinite bliss is born and the eternal faith in love can exist. It is an epic showing of grace when a human can suffer through the possibility of disgrace and rise above it to find love sitting in its place. There is too much to say, so much to feel, and not enough words in this language or any other to explain it all.

Once again I am stuck in wondering about the possibilities that may come about this summer when I begin my physical and spiritual adventure through many of the states in this great country. I will get to know strangers, have conversations with random elders, and, with any luck, inspire those who take the time to talk to the wanderer who searches for his soul and will never let go of hope. The melody presiding over this entry is all encompassing and an Australian friend pretending to be an American is visiting. So I will end this entry to the thought of the harmonica playing. It's time to let go of the idea of expressing the beauty of this moment and time to embrace it, live it, and share it with the present company. May you all feel the everlasting bliss that so often comforts my soul. Until then.