Wednesday, March 31, 2010

the lunatic is on the grass...

The streaming music of Peter Gabriel, Sting , Phil Collins and Pink Floyd  accompany my ears this eve.
I cannot sleep.  to sleep would be to lose a moment of this magical existence I am in.  I am tired, but not in a way that requires sleep.I will rest my weary head and dream of Love....

I love so much of this experience.  but I also mute and turn off many parts of the machine which I do not like.  I choose to see with eyes of love. 

But I know that others do not have this love in their view. 
I choose to ignore their lack of love.  I do not respond to this. 
It is muted and in the background of my day. 
When it rears it's ungainly head I will see it, it cannot be ignored.  When it screams out in plight I will face it.  The only thing I can do is shine love on it.  The only thing I know is love.  All other is useless.  All other is waste. The other comes, but it goes.

Love stays.  Love has weight.  My form is Love.  My life is Love.  Love is life.


Anonymous said...

That is pretty awesome.

Plenty of time for sleep in the grave!

General Hmong said...

I love your view of love...your take on love. It should permeate whether awake or asleep. Poignant!