August 21st, 2008

Wrote the following right before my birthday this year. I took it out and reread it a couple weeks ago and found that it needed work. Seemed appropriate that I post it now for some reason, as I couldn't really understand what the hell I was writing when I first started writing it.Now it's clearer to me. I wanted this year to be a good year, and it has been. I turned 26 in May, I believe I'm finally at the end of my quarter life crisis if there is such a thing, and I know things will get better from this point on until it gets so good that my mind body and soul starts to orgasm. And the reality is, no one else can make things better except for myself. No matter how much the world around me changes, it ultimately comes down to my attitude. It's all about taking steps instead of standing still. Try to worry less, be happy more, and just flow with It. Otherwise life is can be very boring.

8/19/08

Curiosity begets the journey
One we all must make
Choices mark the differences
In the varying roads we take

Discovery and, rediscovery of self
One that differs from the previous
In growth and exultation,
Or relive the endless cycle
Of both pain and suffering

Pain never ceases
It is a part of life
Suffering-
That's something else altogether.
The biggest difference being
Acceptance-Chip away
At the two necessary undesirables,
One finds a glimmer of warmth.
But leave it alone for far too long,
One festers in the cold.

Whether it's the
Orgiastic overtures
Of affected souls, or
Unreasonable understatements
Of muted egos

There's way too much comfort
And much too much space in the
In between
And not enough room at the
Two Extremes

For someone like me
Whose grip on reality
Is as strong as my familiarity with uncertainty
Like a scientist's grasp on a new discovery
He believes is universally essential,
That will withstand the test of time.
It might,
But only for a short while-
As everything is ephemeral
When compared to the eternal

We're all of us builders
Many jaded and sore
Building atop bricks from the past
Hoping it will last
Piling high upon higher
Great onto greater
Stopping only when we finally
Can go on no further

Note: As we reach for the ceiling,
It also rises with our efforts

So those who
Want,
They can keep on building.
Those who don't
Want,

Can rests comfortably in the
In between
Until discomfort sets in and the
Urge to build
Overtakes the natural soul
Once again

Grab for the stars
And seize the sky,
Close enough-
Imagine the bright beacons
In your hands
Or imagine nothing at all

Either way,
The choice is there.
No wrong, no right.
No end in sight.

To build with purpose
Build with life
Live with a sense of comfort
Pile it on high
Reach for the sky
That can't be reached
Knowing when the climbing stops
The peaks will have all been conquered-
And none of it would've mattered.
That's life, and it's alright-because

One day there will be no more tests,
When Spirit is finally ready for rest.
Infinite beams of life smile down upon our eternal nests,
Devoid of hunger-Soul in Peace and Wonder.