nothing is impossible. so love isn't either. at first make peace with love, then it will have room to fully enter into your being. allow yourself the gift of being love. not being in love, but being love itself. being 'in' love suggests that love is something separate, something other. like being in a new city on holiday. no, love is more like being that new cities homeless people. invisible but omnipotent, mostly harmless but always with a heart of gold and stories to tell.

i let you keep my eye lash,
as a gift.

i made it myself.

it is a small but essential piece of me,
and now it is yours.

i know you will probably take better care of it then i would,

but just in case you don't,

i have grown hundreds of others.

' seems even the most beautiful flower beds still, in time, become overrun with weeds. the flower is perfect in its beauty. it effortlessly stares at the sun, striving ever upwards, becoming a full and even more perfect version of itself. find me a flower that blooms all year round. that is the flower i want to be. i do not want to be forced to hibernate when the winter frosts threaten my existence. i only want to reach upwards, unfurling my petals, singing the bees like a siren to take my pollen and guarantee my immortality.'

there is only ever one day.

and today was a good day.

i like the way jesus always looks like he is partying.

double Jesus Jesus

the olden days

 i sometimes i feel i have that disease that makes me think i should have been born in another time. then i remember that i was.

not so long ago

not so long ago i felt my quest to be the discovering of true beauty. well, i can now rest easy as i have found it. it exists everywhere. simple. i found it in the smile of stranger, the confusion of being lost, the comforting words of a well wishing friend, i found it in free creative expression, i found it in sharing food with friends and strangers, i found it in not knowing where to find it, i found it in thinking of where to look for it..
like i said, everywhere.
without fail, everywhere.
beauty, in fact, is the only thing that exists.

it was dear mystery that helped me find it. beautiful, elusive mystery. constantly reminding me to open my eyes. to smile at the world, so the world will smile back.

there is nothing more perfect then knowing smile of mystery.

maybe only beauty's soft kiss, but beauty is mystery,

so there is nothing more perfect then mystery's soft kiss followed
by the knowing smile followed by the only words that should ever exist.