As we approach the sturgeon moon, I knew where my ashes should blow. I listened to my river and she was singing for forgiveness.

If old fashioned in the new insecure...I'll take it.

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Shakespeare said expectation is the root of all heartbreak. I say, take your heartbreak and get off the train. When you know its not even leaving the station. Stay present and ignore the lure of carnivalesque in sensationalism.

Language is magical. It is a rudimentary form of telepathy. It is my wish that we begin to muster the ability, to more collectively learn to listen, and be silent. Listening for a true, emotive transfer. Until then, I'll keep listening to music.

When your feather don't belong to the mocking birds.

What are you resisting in your life right now. Every 'should' represents a glowing opportunity.

Imagine that these words I give to you, today, in this moment, right now...are your doorway to mystery. Imagine this to be your evolutionary intelligence that rips through your heart and takes root in your one and only true...life.

I become careless. When I'm happy. A bit. I'd rather not know, than regret.

The visible 1% that does not matter. In love, be out of your mind.