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Madly throwing tracks
down before me
I am deciding
To run in the dark
Come what may.

Those Helpful Hallucinations

Sometimes the painfully obvious truth is more obviously true when we're hearing it, and not just thinking it. We're sometimes flawed in that way, but I am starting to think that's okay. Starting to think that maybe, just maybe, its not a flaw.

It opens the door for friendship.

Paradigm shifts are always tricky. Like moving a mattress up several flights of stairs, a cumbersome, frustrating task for one, it makes infinitely more sense to approach it two or more together. Alone, you may ask, "Am I crazy to do things this way?" and you will receive no solid answer, because your own doubts spawned the question (the answer may be yes, or may be no). Where two or more are gathered, the response will solidly be, "No." because there are friends there to listen, and it is arguably crazy to live without them.

So here are my reminders, from this evening, and for the future (though hopefully they will not be needed too frequently):

I, too, am a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars,
and I have a right to be here.

I need not scrape together enough
To ride the bus
To the outskirts of the fact
That I need love.

I need not not need.

The past is not the present.

Sometimes you just gotta have faith in people (and 'some' is a lot more than usual).

Merci, madamoiselle, et tout le monde.

Colours and Light (Dec 21, 2006)

I know what I am.

I'm a hero.

I know it, but
It's time to experience it.

The experience will not be anything expected. In fact, it'll be quite different. In the mind's eye, heroes wear bright colours. But this is maya, illusion, a world of fog - a world of grey. Real world heroes don't wear colours, they're transparent. They burn through the fog, like sun in the morning.

I have a choice: to peel back the illusion enough in order to survive it, or own it - make it so wholly mine that I forget what it is. Either way it is inescapable.

I scribbled something down not long ago, feverishly:

"I believe the truth is everywhere
and obscured by everything

I believe it is touched frequently
but in the minority

I believe it is the singlemost important thing in existence

I believe in its singular power

I believe love is the natural response to truth."

This last line
I have found,
Is the common thread between the choices.

The truth lies behind the illusion
And the illusion is true
And no matter which one it is that strikes me
It makes me love you.

Love me
and/or the illusions that I choose.
Anyway you choose it, that's where I'll be
Honestly
As much as I can.