Used

I used to think having nothing else to offer the world was a negative, depressing thing.

Then, recently, I realised that the whole point of living is giving until you have nothing else to offer the world.

Now I am in my happy place, all given out, living simply, simply living!

Smokers patio

Sunday evening meditation midst the swirls and curls of burning fags, bearded men smoking ciggies, checking mobiles for messages ’bout their social standing, drinking booze with babes, the air electrified with lightning nearby.

What day this has been, my friends, when you’re awarded for your hard work, and I am handed the reins of a quiet life with which I choose to treat my friends and family to the wellspring of love within I’ve hidden for too long?!

Why hide that treasure trove from You?

Why deny one’s gift, one’s destiny?

Nothing left to fear.

Life is short.

Although but sets of states of energy in motion, how those states interact say everything these words merely skim the surface describing!

To say I love you has never been enough.

To show I love you by giving my love to everyone we know and to those we’ll never meet…well, the pipe smoker next to me, a wise old blues musician, understands.

You and I are performers, to the core.

Our performance is an act of love, unselfish, in service to others, sometimes sacrificing our mental (thus, our phyical) health until we paid attention, putting our love for each other to practical use.

Look at the result!

Years hiding love we cannot recover.

Let’s wisely share our remaining years with unfettered love.

The solar system brought us this far.

Carpark contentment

In this moment of quiet contentment whilst walking the upper carpark at work I realise I am in the most calm condition of my life.

I have achieved the truest state of the monkhood I sought long ago.

At almost 3:30 a.m., when the freeway traffic is at a minimum, sounding like ocean waves just over a sand dune, the cicadas and crickets dominate.

My thought set requires no external validation, the same every year at this time.

I know a few friends whom I will recognise on social media for their positive influence on me.

Other than that, my conscious self remains at rest.

Ahhh..

Summertime!

Paper wasps and horse flies

Always the hopeful romantic

I know I’ll see you soon,

But never soon enough;

I’ll listen to your voice,

Although my hearing interferes with hearing your words;

I’ll wish away the hours and days

Pining for another quiet moment alone with you.

Always hopeful,

Sitting here in the summer heat,

Perspiration trickling down my spine,

Well past my daylight sleep time,

These words a placemark holding our thoughts,

Anticipation of being with you again

Holding my eyes open briefly

As I walk through mental schedules,

Ensuring personal time with you 

Keeps the big picture taking shape

As mentors step away

To play with motorboats dressed in summer attire.

The muggy atmosphere envelopes me

Wishing I had some good ice right now

(You know, those little pieces of ice,

Not the big kind with sharp edges…).

Japanese garden bridge in the rain

A person on social media asked which the reader thought worse, emotional pain or physical pain?

Of course, they’re one in the same.

Emotions are not aether, miasma, or entities separate from the body.

Therefore, the question reworded: what type of physical pain do you least like to endure?

Sleep-derived tiredness is my least liked pain.

I don’t know what emotions are but I do know that personal relationship disconnectedness reduces my ability to fall asleeep quickly, same with misaligned body parts.

Sleepiness prevents fully living in the ever-changing moment, causes poor decision-making, affecting moments not yet lived.

What, then, my friend, is Love?

Love, like everything else, is physical, measurable, describable, with experimental results providing a method to create corrective actions.