A poem: “Reader”


There is more to understanding
than reading people or situations.
There is an unnamed force that flows around
everything living and nonliving
like the wind flowing through the reeds,
an energy that permeates us,
our pasts, our futures,
that touched our ancestors
and that will touch our children
and their children…

There is an energy that connects us all,
binds us in a great flow
that originates in the soul
and flows from the heart like water,
sometimes a thin trickle,
in times of great emotion
like a raging torrent.

We have all felt it and are affected by it
in great ways. Though some ignore it,
it is always there around us, within us.
Happiness, anger, courage and cowardice –
it encompasses everything we know and feel.
Though we may not always understand it,
it understands us, forgives us, empowers us.

It gives us strength in times of weakness
and consoles us in times of great loss
if only we would open ourselves to it.

Allow yourself to be taken by it
and there will be no force
that can shake your resolve,
nothing to hold you in place
if you chose to press forward.

It is all there, flowing from our hearts.
It is all within, even now,
and always has been.

You must use your heart to acquire
the things that your heart desires –
there is no other way.

Do not fear, for it gives you
the strength to move any obstacle
and overcome any loss.

There is no more or less in any one or the other,
but an equal and inexhaustible measure in us all
that everyone must share.

Open yourself to it.
Eat, drink, breath deeply of it
and nothing will ever displace you
from the path you walk
towards the life you most desire.


Developing discipline…


Today, I am going to write something. Simply saying this is a practice in integrity. It’s a practice and an experiment of responsibility, to see if I can consistently write by sitting myself down during certain hours, as opposed to confining my writing to moments of flash inspiration. Flash inspiration is a powerful writing method, but it’s not reliable. I need consistency. Namely, discipline.

I’ve rooted this out to be my number one blockade. It’s not that I ever have writer’s block in the sense of a lack of inspiration. I have plenty of inspiration. I think I’m going to pop from it all. But there’s something else blocking me from drawing that inspiration out when I really need it. A writer is blocking me from writing. He’s 5’8″, blonde, and he is me. I am my writer’s block because I lack the discipline to do what I know is best for me.

I’d rather run around and find the inspiration than actually write. I’d rather day dream and make stories in my head than actually write them. It’s irresponsible. I enjoy a giddiness of inspiration, but don’t give myself the structure to write.

I need to make outlines, and concept sheets, and webs and silly things like that which could actually organize my whole rap. I need rough drafts, just get it down and work from there, and the loose ends will tie themselves up, or I’ll tie them to the closest tether-spot when I’m half way through. A repeatable, sustainable system.

Inspiration is great and all, but it’s not worth anything but a cheap high if you can’t do something with it. Something systematic has to be put into place for me to benefit at all from this. It’s what I like to do, but not something I’d like to waste. If I can do more with what I have, why wouldn’t I? Comfort and complacency will be the death of your potential. Never stop hungering.

Wish meh luck.

The improbability of life…

We live in a universe where something as impossible as life and consciousness is possible. Perhaps the universe had to be infinitely huge in order to equal out the improbability that life, especially sentient and at our level of ability, would even exist. The size of the universe should not make you feel inferior. Allow yourself the credit that it took that much space to produce something like the human mind, for which there is no match in the known cosmos, and which you are the proud owner of.

The most powerful thing in the universe, and one happened to be placed in-between your ears. Lucky you…

A thought on ideas and expression…

Be careful with what comes out of your heart. Nothing that comes from the heart is stupid, but it can be unexpected and perhaps even inappropriate for the time.

Fresh from the heart, an idea or a feeling is vulnerable, and linked right back to where it hurts the most. People can be so cruel, too, so it’s not always a good idea to share or seek an opinion on something new. Even those whose advice you trust most may accidentally demotivate you with a dose of practicality.

I say, let the idea mature until you fully understand it yourself. Before you write anything off as good or bad, understand that an idea is never done growing, like the great and mighty trees of the forest.

But inspiration isn’t a single tree from which you pull a bountiful harvest, it’s more like a hundred thousand seeds you sow, then tend to almost unwittingly. They grow themselves just fine, but creators and those who express like to do what they can to help the seeds along – taking a walk to give them air and sun, or going out with friends to give them a dose of caffeine and laughter, like any good thought-baby needs.

I repeat, that nothing that comes from the heart is stupid. There are no bad ideas when it comes to art, but don’t pour your heart out before you can truly give the idea, and yourself, creative justice.