yep, it’s me

heard today the same old tired line, “Where is God with this virus?”

or, something similar said by those who deny belief

as you know God, logic is something that is a strong part of me

but you already know that, just as you know i swear a lot; do a lot of really strange things…

in fact you’re the only one who really knows what goes on inside me

as such, that makes you my best friend in this fucked up world, a world of ashes and death and a lot of evil deeds

i know there is no way you can force someone to listen to you, or even try and see, but thanks for hanging in there and helping me pass the time until and I can get off this planet.

But getting back to logic, only a crazy person would talk with an imaginary figure and crazy is definitely not me…

So, since i talk to you, and most importantly, you talk to me… i just wanted to say hi today, and hope all is well with you and more importantly, maybe more people will open their hearts, their ears, their eyes… and believe.

Oh, one last thing.

Thanks.

the hawks knew

the mouse

even the chipmonk

everything knew

as

for what they know was centered in four winds, the map of

inside…

A blank page of pure white waiting for enhancement

Black letters to stamp tracks in attempts of bringing understanding

Word next to word, filling a page

If there is no more to write upon then to continue until everything is black

upon a page

where once more the tide changes

writing with white once again.

ever eaten at a fast food restaurant and got a meal that looked even remotely similar to the ones advertised on the television? I know I have not.

On TV the burger looks absolutely fantastic and in person it looks like a sandwich I accidentally stored in my work pants for a few hours.

Along a same vein of thought, why is everyone freaking out over another virus? People are fine with car wrecks, influenza, cancer, Democrats, terrorists, Muslims, mass transit, coffee, sugar free sugar, abortion, public schools… but this ‘new’ virus actually shut down Italy and has caused a lot of people to act very stupid.

Death is beautiful. It is necessary. Everyone alive is going to die. So, how do you choose to die if you had the ability to decide?

Everyone is different. For this body i could care less. Hopefully it will be in some spectacular way such as getting squashed by a large rock, or maybe the body gets devoured by a hoard of locust. Whatever way it goes, I could absolutely give a rats ass and don’t care.

Strange though, so many people worry a lot about death instead of embracing it for what it is… peace, quiet, and no more human games.

Such beauty, a virus:

Family accidentally orders 12 years’ worth of toilet paper

a headline of humor and poignant  reality of how fear supersedes common sense.

Went into a Home Depot to purchase blow-in insulation for a home and after purchasing such, went to buy a dust mask…

Not one mask. Not even carbon respirators. The entire store was sold out due to the fear of sheep getting the ‘new’ virus…

I say, fuck the virus. Fuck fear. Fear is a weakness of survival whereas true survival is to forego fear. Replace fear with knowledge and attack ignorance.

Of course, fear is necessary for those who also fear death…

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Fuck fear and the reasons for such.

Bring on the invasion of enemy forces

Allow nuclear decay

Blood flowing in the streets as the very mountains themselves, crumble.

Tsunami, volcano, asteroid, disease, even what some call, old age.

i fear nothing, never did, never will

well, except for maybe one thing…

A shark dressed in a clown suit and speaking Chinese

or that Bernie Sanders and his commie buddy, Obama

show up one day

for a visit and to borrow some sugar from me…

There could be -though hard to define- endless odes to the children of Father Time.

the feeling of fragrant odor of leave and stem

warmth of spirit in in the wind

tastes of loin and sigh

such the joy of moment

this and more could never come close

what Spring does to mine.

Read that the soul is an illusion. For those who say such or bring Buddha into the story to bolster their claim… good for them. It is the way it should be. To question and query. To define and describe. Much like it is the function of bacteria to work in the digestive tract of mammals.

The soul. Brings to mind so much. Religion. Thoughts. Identity. Much more and much less. Complex. Simple. Imaginary. Reality.

Watching wise old men and women debate thousands of years ago as they discussed the world they lived in. Discussing how it is babies come to be. How sea monsters existed. What role the Sun played in day-to-day life. Were they correct? Were they wrong?

Many people have endless definitions and beliefs on what a soul is. Some care less. Some care more. And really, it is as it should be.

This world… What is this world? Soil? Air? Life? I suppose the answers are as endless as the species that exist or have existed or will exist.

Too easy to fall into what could take centuries to debate and define. But, that is for another day.

It is not possible to make one be or believe in anything that the person chooses not to.

It is possible to show perspective, opinion, idea’s.

It is your world after all and thus the true illusion is not the soul, it is however the world that is an illusion.

For me, it is easy to understand. It is easy to understand the many gifts we are given as we share the illusions around us.

The best gift is life. Not the illusion of life but the gift of a soul.

The ‘thing'(denoting a real substance) about the gift of a soul is that it is not yours to own…

Simply put, in easy to understand words, basically the soul of your life is a leased car, a loaner, a temporary identity…

God’s Body… It Is, beyond fascinating.

God has a wonderful sense of humor, of this there is no doubt, and so, this bit of evening ramble fills a need at the moment.

For those who say, “You’ll go to Hell! Repent!” or the opposite, “There is no god!” It is as it should be and no matter who you are or how you act, your soul is not subject to corruption. It all is a part of the Body and when your shell ceases to be what most consider, alive… the soul you were allowed to be with, is still there…

As for what heaven or hell is, it too, it is simple… Hell is the reality of what you chose to be with your soul, and that is, to be separated from the Body of God, whereas, Heaven is what you strive to be in communion with, that being with the Body of God… The soul always is and will be a part of the Body, you however have an even greater gift, the ability to try and with such attempt, live with your choice.

In your very simple way of ending, while the soul will never die or cease to exist, the part of you that shared in the journey may become a new vibrant part of the Body, or rejected leaving just the beauty of the gift you were allowed to share.

In the arena of blood, the thumb up or down aided by the roar of crowed determined if they lived or died.

Show of hands, who wants to do this? Now, who does not?

A tie

A blowout

Democracy

Republic

Decision

..

is it good or bad to vote, to sway, to decide in what is and what is not, important?

i suppose just that one question could be put to the vote.

..

In the U.S. of A. 2020 is another year of elections

Choose between billionaires

Vote for a communist

A gay or lesbian

Radical

Conservative

Socialist

..

i vote for letting everyone get exactly what they want

They want abortion? Go for it

They want sex changes? Go for it

They want drugs, sexual deviancy, hate? Go for it

Give them everything times ten for what they desire and wish for

soon

after the effects set in

there will be no one left to vote

nothing but cockroaches and plastic straws in the ocean.

a boy

dreaming while fishing and walking the path of flow

inside trying to fit in a mold not of my own making

trying to discover the emotions so many have faith in.

There were women and girls with smiles meant to mean something

Ample work and schooling

while watching the strangers smile as if they knew]

Those days are past count and fading

Now a man filled with experience and finding more and more desire in seclusion]]]

though left with memories of trout, of dog, of wind, and peace]\

Waiting for a time where once again the creek flows filled with hungry trout, cloud berry bushes lining the path, and living in the dream world of memories.

She always knew

She always does

and thus, it is

wonderful.

Though, truth be told,

this world is muddy

muddled

and confused.

Thankfully,

there is

another.