I was made for Afternoons

errgghhh ... the world is strange place no? the outside world with its wars n pain n greed n suffering its beauty n love n art n moosic n cuisine its colours n sounds n seasons n rhythms confuses n crosses destroys n derides beautifies n balances enhances n energizes what a place to live everyday on the line seeing the unseesable hearing the silent imagining the future but the inside world is vastly more deeper n wider richer n more silent the place of clarity n great confusion the place of great love n yet great hate a place to grow but yet where refuge can be sort this unmapped landscape each of us taking our own way with the help of others why do we criticize the guides sent to help us the loving jesus the silent buddha the myriad krishna ? the followers of each spurn the others even the most tolerant will stick to their guns in the last battle only a few transcend into real dialogue into true openness which doesn't cling but hopes n speaks of together not apart of both and not ...

love jumps from one to another a seemingly endless journey drawing some in n leaving others behind dizzy n nervous transformed worn n weary my world is full of lovers old n new one love is ending crushingly... is the way it is supposed to be? is this the way its mystery is supposed to go? leaving pain n resentment hurt things unsaid or implied wounds which make you wonder if they will ever heal? searching endlessly for a way back only to find those roads closed flooded by the moments you never quite grasped bridges broken by words you never said actions you never desired grey bleakness fills you some sort of resignation takes hold and the dark night can even look brighter than this day i can only watch this sinister dance n hope n pray n hope my own silence may heal theirs a new love is forming a soul friend has been making new discoveries her joy n happiness a beacon as the mystery of love n connection overtake her there is much hope n mystery n magic abounding in these moments lookin...

What to do when madness becomes your ally your friend and a most attractive quality . . . ?