While I thought I had this military-mapped in my mind (currently being driven mad by the blunderous bandwidth), I receive a note from ‘my’ Nundi. She’s invited me to open something* I’ve never seen before, and when I do — Kismet! The first two words I see there are tantamount to what I was hoping to tangible (tangiDyl?) here…
Ecstacy is your birthright.
You do not have to earn your freedom.
Our history’s done its best to show us otherwise though… hasn’t it?
Ergo ~ ‘can blindly continued fear-induced regurtitated life-denying tradition be overcome?’
To be okay with someone’s passive when I am aggressive ┉
To believe in the beauty of how it just is ┉
It’s hard though.
It’s hard work.
It’s heavy work.
The point — I think — is that there is no fail.
There is only the moment and then the moment is gone.
And that whatever we did or felt or said there — has its place in the boundlessness of (our) beauty — whether benevolent or beneath…
Before we break it down ┉
Before we beat our brows ┉
Before we bend ┉
Before we bulwark ┉
Before all this — we are just effortlessly cool.
Where confidence holds the door open for arrogance and ignorance…
And when, if we can’t be that then, it’s still a perfect day… and the superlative supreme never need be under rug swept.
Any of it.
There’s courage in finding yours. Fuck! There’s courage in just thinking about wanting to.
And — as this pretty smart guy I know once said: courage like that is catching.
Another pretty smart guy is Carlos Ruiz Zafón. He said: “Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.”
That’s effortlessly cool, don’t you think?
“If a train doesn’t stop at your station… then it’s not your train.”
— Marianne Williamson.
Here’s the second in the Alanis trilogy for
Thank you to the effortlessly cool Catherine — my kinsperson.
Your creative-kindness is soul food.
I salute you for your house you’ve fully decorated in that sense.
© Dylan Balkind