I would have coffee at night, cuz i'd still be sleepy,
I wear a hat at home,cuz i'd still misplace it,
I have no routine, cuz i'd challenge that too.
Oh...the joy to be able to quantum jump as per our intention.
And listened to the ticking of the wall clock, the drum of the electricity flow, the quiet coolness of late post meridiem.
The casual brush of movements by the children, the uncalled question and sudden greet.
Mundane and yet creation at the same time.
Vacillating between the past and future is a common occurrence for us ; in a vessel of the human body.
Some are still in a sunken drowse, some awaken but regarded as a nuisance.
Oh but what a trip it is, hanging loose almost noose but instead doing a backflip and grounded on both feet.
That every step taken grew a flower,
A dandelion with bits of truth spreading across the horizon delivering a message ; that we are all One.
So wear your heart on your sleeve.
Pour your coffee tepid.
Less is more.
A paradox ; that's what we are.
In between saint and sin there is silent.
A pause.
For reading, for learning, for feeling, for showing, for teaching, for experiencing, for telling, for sharing, for...being.
