as i am loving life more and more i am letting my resistance go - what is the need.
i am thinking of an ocean of love, surrounding us, loving us, being us. the waves come - what i am interested in though is just being, feeling, living, loving. as i am listening to the waves, although there is no sound to listen, i am just drawn to love and life and always just be. what a trip.
i am now letting go of me. what is though that is has always been and always will be. i just serve as the vessel to write the poetry that comes out of me, not knowing who is me, not caring even. what a trip.
does anything matter? who cares? wondering is what keeps me outside the ocean in the first place. and my dearest dearest wish is to bathe and be and just enjoy. i have just a dot left before i am just it - enjoying it seems so important though.
today me I was writing "