Another Proclamation To The Unknown

I'd like to start this off with a Bulgarian Proverb that was told to me by a Swedish midget in Germany. But I have no such proverb, nor do I have the corresponding story of how and when it was first heard. So I'll start with the present madness and the imposing presence of an adorable dog that is continuously wandering in circles around my cross legged feet.

I've got another morning pot of coffee steadily making its way into my body via the hand to mouth technique, soaking into my veins and creating a calm that can't decide whether it's booze or bean juice affecting my mind. It could be whiskey or wine. It's just one of those times when mornings are so clouded with the exhaustion from endless work that I have to consume something for balance. Today it's coffee and my fingers fly while my body takes in the sensation of now, and the dog, which is one of the more important aspects of now. I'll explain why.

There is a dog here, a well trained guide dog. No, I'm not blind yet. We get to borrow dogs which means borrowed tails for borrowed wagging. I enjoy waking to a shaking tail. I wish I had one too sometimes.

But that's not the point and my mind is slightly stuttering. This isn't supposed to be anything but a free rant, and that is what it's becoming. My smile and my solid seated form watch as the fingers from my hands take out what my mind says needs to go free.

And the music dictates these words as much as the surroundings at present and beyond that, this is merely an attempt at the creation of a window from the mind to the page. The hands do stunt the constant flow, but control and the methodical decisions of a conductor controlling the symphony of a living feeling can assist in the dictation of now.

Once again, I am lost in the infinite freedom of love and madness, living with a brutish style of passion, taking the path that I know I have found and must be followed, living a life that I have developed from many hours of smiles and frowns, and pretend dramatic sob stories and roof top celebrations with no one but the moon to watch. This is the epic story of now and it is found everywhere at every time. There's nothing stopping each moment from being that one we've waited for. Looking and waiting can only do so much. Pull it towards you, whatever you want, whatever you need, and breath easy with the truth that it all works out as it should. No reasons to worry. We are the masters of the individual destiny. While we live freely, the world is watching and responding. It's not just us, not just the outside or inside, it's the combination, the conduction of energy between two points. It's the relationship of one to all and back again. Intense, right?

I've clearly lost my mind in so many ways and I'm happy with that. The lost mind is a societal classification anyway, and I never bothered much with the titles of the masses. I'm a self designated smiler and thinker and lover and writer. The world can do what it does, and I'll be me just how I need to be. So yes, I've lost my mind, but I've found myself, and I'm happy to say this smile doesn't fade.

It's a calm confidence that spreads after the caffeine wears out, when the work never seems to stop and there's never enough time to have a thought. There's something happening beyond it all, beyond choice, beyond destiny, beyond words. We feel it for a reason, whatever it is, and some of us will follow that for forever and more, while some wait behind. Some people have decided to avoid losing their minds.

And with no real point to bookend any of these random thoughts I'll just finish this with a description of the unique grasses and trees of a continent separated from the rest of the world for millions of years. The grass is long and thick, more rugged than any I've seen. It holds on to soil dried by years of drought and stays strong with the hope of enough water coming soon. The trees have many colors and some are palm trees and parrots and all types of squeaking, squawking birds live within the branches. The birds are made up of yellow and red and blue and some of them talk, some of them even laugh. It's a weird island world with laughing birds. This giant hunk of dry land hasn't held hands with another continent for so long, and look what happened, look at what it became. This place is warm and hot during the day and night. It has dense tropical rain forests and barren deserts. It's a place of extremes, but it found a balance with it's constant imbalance. And I found a balance here, and it's time to go. Now, after my second winter of this year, I ready myself for another journey to another hemisphere where another winter is waiting. But there's more. There's so much more than winter waiting.

So here I come New York, but don't get used to my feet on your streets, because I'll only be there for a little while before traveling on with the help of a giant metal bird that supposedly flies with jets but there must be some magic involved in the process. Then Spain. Then this. Then a smile fulfilled. And my smiles never leave, no matter how hard the nights or how strange the trees. Soon, this deep breath can get released. I must be somewhere around chapter four in the great book of becoming at this point. This chapter is about the combination of peace and passion, work and love, hope and reality. This one's about people on a little blue dot in a big old universe. This one is about responding to it all. I'm going to do what I feel I must, follow what I need to follow, and I'll tell you how it all turns out.