fortieth year - 2

it was my fortieth year to heaven half a lifetime marked in the careless inexorable fall of a second lapsing in the murky liquid of time

you are called guru you are called spiritual friend but for most of the people i know you are simply called friend

you are every element

don't interrupt please

you are every element every noun every activity every key i press keeping the book every fuck up every beautifully turned phrase every taste every gluttony every fast every felt breeze and caress of every brush against sofa and floor

neo, sooner or later you're going to find there's a difference between knowing the path and walking it

put the analytical mind outside a bit if possible human divine human divine

why do we conceive there is a difference

ram ram ram ram

magnetic blessings touching the heart

singing is giving

we're given everything so really what can we give back the blessing of song why should we think of god as any different manifesting in whatever form suits us best

ferocious warrior one who will do anything for god

ganesha remover of obstacles how can we move forward before we've made friends with our love our heart

dripping with juice face to face embracing our beloved greeting one another as gods primordial

tidal wave of transformation

great fire destroyer wipes the slate clean so that rebirth can occur

kali wrathful goddess waves a sword dripping with the blood of the severed head of ego

all to bring us freedom where ugliness turns to absolute beauty and light

may my personal will my ego be absorbed channel to the world within the heart