Live Fearlessly and Lovingly

The one thing we can take from death is the lesson to live fearlessly and lovingly.

It is cowardly to die along with those who have passed over. It simply does not make sense to.


There is only one difference between the living and the dead:
and it is that the living still have the opportunity to continue to grow and experience.
I cannot say that I understand why anyone in this world would want to give that up.


Let the dead value the gift of life too so that they can live on through you...


but it is so important to go on living that much better and that much more lovingly knowing that you are carrying them in your hearts forever. 


The love in your hearts is all you need to carry you through each day.
You know it's in there.
Feel it and keep walking forward.

Everybody Knows It's A Charade

"This is another paradox,

that many of the most important impressions and thoughts in a person's life are the ones that >>flash>> through your head so fast that fast isn't even the right word,

they seem totally different from or outside of the regular sequential clock time we all live by, and they have so little relation to the sort of linear, one-word-after-another-word English we all communicate with each other with that it could easily take a whole lifetime just to spell out the contents of one >>split-second's flash>> of thoughts and connections, etc.

- and yet we all seem to go around trying to use English (or whatever language our native country happens to use, it goes without saying) to try to convey to other people what we're thinking and to find out what they're thinking,

when in fact deep down everybody knows it's a charade and they're just going through the "motions."

What goes on inside is just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words to do more than barely sketch the outlines of at most one tiny little part of it at any given instant."

-David Foster Wallace

Tragedy

I love you so much.

I'm gunna let you

kill me.

There's a ghost in my lungs

& it sighs in my sleep.

Wraps itself around my tongue

as it softly speaks.

Then it walks - then it walks with my legs

to fall

to fall

to fall

to fall

to fall

at your feet.

-F&tM

I Am God

There once was a girl

Who knew everything that was wrong

& wished nothing more but to make it right…

She would day dream about the clouds and how their vastness could open up her brain

To a place where she could think and see miles away from her with no end in sight.

The end was near - it seemed

& she thought about what it must be like…

…To feel her soul leaking out of her limbs.

Would she be worthless?

She already is.

Right here as she exists on earth.

No one could bring her to that heaven where the sky runs high and the earth lies far far below.

That’s where she wants it to be.

But she belongs here.

Far

     Far

           Below.

One of the Greatest Principles That I Live By

This is an age where one hero cannot conquer Evil.

Evil is a dis-ease presented to us as our fate.

Many times, it is presented to us as an illusion of goodness, so we get confused, don’t free ourselves from it and be destroyed by it.

To conquer evil, each one of us must first clearly see what it is…

that it is a curable dis-ease.

Then work to release us from it’s power in a way we can.

Luckily, there are so many of us in the world, it is enough for all of us to do what we can do with joy, and not feel depressed that we are not doing enough.

We should first IMAGINE PEACE

since we create our destiny by first imaging what destiny we want for ourselves.

We should ask others to IMAGINE PEACE as well.

One thing that is interesting is you cannot be violent while you are imagining peace.

If all of us in the world imagined peace at all times, there will be no time for us to create dis-ease of any kind.

The next thing we should do is to ask to heal the world by asking your healing power to come out in a big way.

Your intent of healing will start to show it’s power by just asking for it.

Sometimes, you will be healing a situation which is not near you, so you won’t see it’s effect.

But healing is being done, regardless.

Again, when all of us in the world ask the world to be healed, it will be.

Know that it is that simple.

             Because all of us are one.

                         We affect each other right away.

We affect each other even when we are in fear / confusion / anger / and wanting to destroy the world and help to increase the dis-ease.

That’s how effective we are.

Start doing what you can do.

The Universe will be affected right away as you start to think in the right way to correct the dis-ease in our world.

Start with something small.

Do one nice thing a day.

Call your mom and tell her you are thinking of her.

Look at the tree and admire it’s beauty in words and in action.

Send a message to your friend what you respect about her/him.

Send your message through the internet how you love life and why..well, that’s big!

If you keep doing that for three months you will see the difference in your life.

Be creative.

Do what you can do.

By that, you will be starting the wheels of goodness to turn.

- YOKO ONO

TTC aka Toronto's Talent Community

My subway treck home today was not like any other and I can thank a courageous musician for that.
After fiddling with his tuning keys for 10 minutes because of - what seemed - the desire to be absolutely perfect in what he was about to do...

A green haired young man in a wheelchair with 2 leg casts let out a  <<s c r e e c h i n g  >> chord on his electric guitar and exclaimed: 

"ONE DAY I'M GOING TO BE A FAMOUS MUSICIAN!

I am going to play some songs for you today.

Donations will be kindly accepted either during or after the performance."

He proceeded to explain that his first song was called "Charles Atlas" and after a few moments of some more last minute readjusting, he began to play.

I sat there watching him
and probably was the only one in the cart doing so.
I was so pleased that he decided to act on his confidence despite his condition. As I 
approached my stop, I walked over to him and placed a subway token in his hand and said:

"Here's to doing this again on another subway cart.

Great job, good luck, and keep up the good work!"

I walked off smiling.

The Autumn Moon Lights My Way

Leaves are fallin' all around

time I was on my way
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged

for such a pleasant stay
but now it's time for me to go

the autumn moon lights my way
for now I smell the rain

and with it, pain
and it's headed my way
Ahhhhhh, sometimes I grow so tired
but I know I've got one thing I got to do

...

Einstein Taught Me How To Stick Out My Tongue

 [[ Sometimes I feel as though I am just a nu#ber with no voice ]]

Being a student at the University of Toronto,

I always feel like a fish trying to climb a tree --

Some days I get doubtful in thinking that I am capable of climbing it.

And others...

                    well...

Undying Honour. Is It Really Worth It?

“To fight against a real enemy, 

to earn undying honour and glory by shooting total strangers,

and to come home with my breast covered with medals and decorations,

that was the summit of my hope. . . . 

It was for this that my whole life so far 

had been dedicated, my education, training, everything. . . .”

Can You Read My Mind?

Through foggy glass I see a reflection of myself in the trees.
Brown & crumpled  d r i f t i n g from the top 
                                                                              to the mud below
- - only to steep deeper and deeper in it  - - 
remaining there to ferment for months.

Then...almost quicker than they fell, these leaves will be .frozen. in time.
Restricted from movement and growth.
They can only lay to rest, lifeless, dreaming of the life they once had...


...soaking up the warmth of the sun in the complete glory of themselves...

Soon enough all of these leaves will cover the earth in a sorrowful blanket,
as a reminder to the earth of the life that once existed.
...In preparation for the frozen death that is about to engulf everything.


I look through this foggy glass...
take a finger...
and draw out:

'Why?'

Then pull the blind down.

Can You Read My Mind?

Slow Dancing

This dance speaks to me more so than any words that I can possibly choose to describe it.

Slow Dancing In A Burning Room - Wade Robson

So use your eyes
and feel it in your insides - 
For your body cries
To realize
What truly resides
In the part of you that dies
Too often. 

Music IX: Jeff Buckley

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head.
See the sea wants to take me -
The knife wants to slit me - Do you think you can help me?

Sad veiled bride > please be happy.
Handsome groom > give her room.
Loud loutish lover > treat her kindly.
Though she needs you more than she loves you...
I know it's over - still I cling.

I don't know where else I can go...over...over
I know it's over and it never really began            but in my heart it was so real.
& you even spoke to me and said:
"If you're so funny, 
then why are you on your own tonight?"
         "And if you're so clever,
          then why are you on your own tonight?"
                 "And if you're so very entertaining,
                  then why are you on your own tonight?"
                         "And if you're so very good looking,
                          why do you sleep alone tonight?"

I know.
Because tonight is just like any other night...
That's why you're on your own tonight...
With your triumphs and your charms...while they're in each other's arms.

It's so easy to laugh. It's so easy to hate.
It takes strength to be gentle & kind.
over..&..over..&..over.

Love is natural and real.
But not for you my love.
Not tonight my love.
Love is natural and real,But not for such as you and I - my love.

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzIQquWxyK4

Lambchop.

SHE lays in HER bed.

in a dark room.

with HER bedside lamp on, looking up at the ceiling.

SHE turns HER face to the light.

and sees HER childhood best friend laying there.

Lifeless.

Or so she appears to be.

Stripes Of Light

I was going through some old documents and found something I wrote a little over 3 years ago. It was inspired by the kind of nights when the moon is so bright that it seems to shine more magnificently than the sun - and creeps its way through the blinds covering your window leaving its sparkling magic in the dark room you sleep in.

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Stripes Of Light

January 22, 2008 (7:44 PM)

Glinda:

The contrast of her hallo against the resonant inky sky makes her much different from any twinkling light in the night. An isolated heavenly glow, her orb, her bubble so radiant;

As she pierces her peacefulness across the sky’s ocean – she shares her beauty with the world. 

And on this night, she seems to secretly share her beauty with only me.

The moon and I – in conversation.

“She gives; I get, without giving anything to me”

Emerald City: 

As the soul of her luminosity breathes out through the atmosphere towards me: 

It kisses the blinds of my window 

And squeezes through the gaps of space (cracks of life) – to reach me.

It snows my face with stripes of light.

Stripes of light.

Disjoined evenly - my face is separated with dark and light stripes. 

Several times – forming a puzzle.

She speaks to me through this light, and experiences me through the darkness. 

Her light like a prism of beliefs, wisdom and hope hitting my face – birthing a colorful spectrum.

A rainbow. An emerald city of rainbows, darkness and light.

But as a light stripe from this prism blinds my sight as I gently lift open my eyes:

I endeavor a bright path from her prism of color - tinted yellow…

Yellow Brick Road:

I look up at the moon and know what I must do.

“No time to turn at beauty’s glance and watch her feet, how they can Dance”

I stand in the ruby stripe of light on my floor beside me and place each foot in unison with a stone

Walking towards a fate unknown

The map will unfold she followed & led me – in time

Wicked Witch of the West:

And so the moon told me:

“Time can be wicked if taken for granted. Don’t hurt others with trying to fast forward it, or don’t hurt yourself trying to rewind it. Walk through every moment of everyday - No need to sit and ponder – act on your heart and know that as you do I will be with you as you follow the yellow brick road.”

Scarecrow:

So as I step into a dream and the night stripes of light begin to fade:

A new light shines on my window pane.

The morning moon stripes my room with gold, peace and opportunity.

Everything glazed in a gold luminous hallo.

A morning stripe to bright my day – I continue to follow the yellow brick road.

And as I step outside from the colorful emerald city that is now my home-

I see the world and a golden field.

Black fleeing crows aviate through the prosperous sky 

Zooming up in the sky! And as I watch their direction unfold, they reach their pot of gold-their end:

My very window pane. 

I look closely back at the meadow and see a figure hoisted on a pedestal.

HE seems to be full of fresh valuable hay… 

I look down at my feet and see the golden stones I walk on.

I look up…

And say:

Dorothy:

“If I never loved, I never would have cried” I then take a breath – and close my eyes.

I Am The Captain Of My Soul.

it matters not how strait the gate,

how charged with punishments the scroll

i am the mater of my fate:

i am the captain of my soul.

The Tyger

Thought I would share one of my favourite poems, written by William Blake.

I first heard it in grade 10, in the film "The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys" and have loved it ever since.


Emile Hirsch leaves out a couple stanza's, but here is the scene from the movie. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPasXx-xiAg&playnext=1&list=PL92675DE445800552

Wise Words From Buddha

 -We-  

a  r  e

what 

we 

 {think}

                                                                                                   arises 

| | | All that we are | | |   ^        ^   | | | with our thoughts | | |

     
With our thoughts --




                               e  -  t   h   e 
                         k                          -
                     a                                   w
-WE-     m                                             o   r     l        d   ...
            

- Buddha

This Is Your Life.

[ This is your life ]

are you who you want to be?

[ This is your life ]

 is it everything you dreamed that it would be?

when the world was younger 
& you had everything to lose...