your life as a flower.

You my friend, are an angel too. You are always capable of helping someone else heal.....
We are all bridges. Connecting pathways over stale water, striding on solid ground through mid-air. Metaphoric bridges that carry us to the next scene of the nows we contemplate-as we move within and without. We sometimes measure time in the rushes and worry of being late. When we should be using the measurement of time to see the vastness of eternity. We are but a speck that we note to be a long and hard drawn out conundrum. As we enter this informational one. God. Your Source. Our Source. There is too much. too much to ask. too much to want. too much to eat, drink, too understand....comprehend.
Today, i woke in a very calm state of  surrender. Not of giving up, not of asking questions, not of want. there was only a cool breeze that made the chimes dance in a quiet song. Then i proceeded to pick a single Plumeria outside the front door, held it to my nose in respect, reverence, and rememberance. I went back to my bedroom and placed it next to Porkchop's picture. Two books sit there, a Bukowski and Rumi. i heard "read the Rumi, It's been a while." As of late,you see, i haven't laid much weight to the instantaneous answers that our intuitions give us....and yes, i do admit, at times, i've just said "fuckit it might be fun to just do the opposite!" ha. pity the fool...
So this time, without hesitation, i slid the Rumi out from under the short stack of the Bukowski. Whenever i open this Rumi Book, it seems to open to a page in the middle of a story or poem, rarely in the beginning. Then i go back to beginning. It opened in the middle of The sory of the King and the Handmaiden....I did a search to bring you a link to it-but came across this pdf from Afghansufi.com it breaks the story down into a less proverbially guessing kinda way. the book i read from this morning is The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks. So see what you can find on your search for the same translation.

So yeah, this post is just slice of insights on flow that i hope will help one person out here cross that metaphoric bridge by seeing we are all able to help others over it. Taking the first step involving
discipline to do so....

"When you feel gloomed over,
it's your failure to praise. Irreverence
and no discipline rob your soul of light."
-Rumi

On flow. I've both resisted and relented, then ultimately surrendered in my life so far. As of late have not exposed myself to outer influences that instill fear. Although some (well maybe a lot throughout my life) substance abuse had played a role in my fear factors and facilities. there is a certain "stoner's Luck" (God's will) that allows us to be....Happy, without, within...our will cut to our conscious decision.

Your life is a flower that buds, blooms, and withers. In realtime. know this as your time here is shorter than you might expect and contemplate. all your job is to hold rememberance, reverence, respect in constant gratitude as the continual prayer of your conscious being. In a desciplinary display of an athlete.  nothing else is more sacred to the One.....thoughts?