Fill your mind with ideas, not just reasons. 
Fill your heart with love, not just passion.
Fill your body with action, not just motion.
Fill your soul with deeds, not just devotion. 

Fill your SELF with peace.
Fill your CHILD with curiosity.  
Fill your HOME with friends. 
Fill your WORLD with beauty. 

So let's fill our cup with wine,
Sing a song and rhyme a rhyme,
Raise it high and count to three,
MAKE A TOAST to you and me!

I had a dream that we all laughed, spun in circles, holding hands, catching rain on our tongues. We held tightly, as if letting go meant spinning away alone forever. We spun beneath a canopy of still-life clouds; round round under a pale sunlit moon. Spun like pinwheels, colors faded, weathered, but warm and bold in spite of sun, rain. We spun and held on and laughed because that day was perfect once.

Freedom is as important as oxygen. Being free to live the way you want, to believe what you want, and to love who you want, is a basic human right that should be defended. But freedom doesn't mean doing anything you want, whenever you want to do it. Freedom requires honesty and self-awareness; All actions have consequences, and only a fool or a coward uses freedom as an excuse to treat themselves or others badly.

Every day, the curtain gets pulled back some more.
I see the world in ways I never have before.
One by one, the masks are slipping off faces.
Of those it meant so much to me to be in their good graces.
Something happened while losing my mind one day,
Some superheroes helped me find it, and some others flew away.
I'm relieved to know that my soul was never really a bet,
but that I almost lost it anyway, I never will forget!

Woke up just now with my phone in my hands and a word half-typed.... "MAGNIF..." I guess I must have fallen asleep dreaming of capturing an angel in a poem, or a butterfly in a frame. Maybe it was a moment that wasn't meant to be completed; a sentence better left unfinished. Anyway, it's gone forever now. I only wish I could remember what I felt that merited such a lovely set of incomplete letters! It'll come back to me someday, I'm sure. 

Bin Laden is DEAD!

They looked for him, they found him, and put a cap in his ass (or his head!)..

You know, there's a lot of warm and fuzzy in me when it comes to matters of crime and punishment, but this is a no-brainer...

The world is a better place without Osama Bin Laden in it! Not a single tear should be wasted on that scurvy dog. Much like the rotting carcass that poisoned the well, he just needed to be removed from the world without a single ounce of pity. Think of it this way... He died knowing what he had gotten himself into, it should not have come as a surprise to him...,
The men and women that perished on 9/11 had no such warning. Bin Laden and his associates committed a COWARDLY act, and for that, he deserves no sympathy from anyone but his closest family... Fuck him, I want to see his head on a stick.

Gotta leave it all behind? Really? But I got so much stuff!!! ;)

One of my favorite U2 songs is 'Walk On', but I don't think I've really understood it's lyrics until recently...

"And love is not the easy thing...
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind"

The baggage is the best and the worst of you, the perfectly imperfect soul that makes you who you are...

"Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All you dress up
All that you scheme..."

These are the things that reside within you, but shouldn't be carried like luggage from doorway to doorway, if you ever hope to be free of the things that have held you down. These are the calculated, pathological, and ultimately self-defeating patterns of thought which prevent us from just 'feeling' instead of explaining, justifying... They are the things that exist everywhere else but in the moment.

Register, Reflect, Release. Leave all that bullshit behind.

I love U2. Their words inspire me to seek awareness and harmony with everything around me, without ever settling for oblivion as a means for escape...

"Home... hard to know what it is if you've never had one
Home... I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is"

Home is never easy, especially if you were born with a gypsy heart! Home can be messy, home can be crowded... Home makes you think about what is important, because it's always in your face... But without home, whatever that may mean to you, there is only life as a refugee...

Eventually, we all seek 'home' and establish it wherever, and with whomever, we can. In the meantime, taking time to get to know your particular corner of the wilderness, and not settling for anyone else's answers, is the best way to go *For Me!

*my disclaimer!