Sometimes you gotta duck and cover cause you got no choice. But when the assault has passed and you are still breathing, you get the fuck up and you don’t go down again til the final call. See you at the edge or I won’t see you at all!
post-Hollywood delusions and the road less traveled
I meant to say this. No, actually I didn’t but I am going to anyway. So, I left L.A., left Hollywood, left the dream behind and created a new dream. I lived that dream and by living it, I destroyed that one as well. Let me see if I can explain.
So, while I was on the open road finding myself, writing in my journal, making pictures as the true photographers like to say, I found a very special thing. Some call it “faith”. Not any particular faith. Just a general trust in my reality, in myself, that doing the right thing was natural and that I would be protected if I took risks in order to do those things. Continue reading 10 Years Later
the spirit must be freed from attachment. these are the bars of the cage, restraining by force the movement of the divine within. our society is engaged with attachment because it is a method of domination. before embarking on a journey of detachment, it is important not to assume you know what you are doing, what anything means, how it will play out and what you will gain by doing so. this will simply lead you into the trap of spiritual-materialism which is a mighty sticky wicket. observe yourself and trust yourself, there are many who would take you off the path if given the opportunity.
For strength I am humble
Impressed upon me by a knowing
A certainty of direction
I must follow the inside track
Where the air is condensed
By force of movement the fever begins
Silent of hunger yet devouring inside
The moment lingers eternally
Master now of wind and flame
Dead wood screams as it crackles
In the light of dying embers
A reflection is born
The truth of an illusion
Creating still space in time
We reflect upon its meaning
Looking to the place inside the picture
Creation always creating
It is like a burning
It’s the running that kept me silent. All the dark places and the reasons for things I wish I didn’t know. There exists a need to dominate. The fear of uncertainty like the necessity of a challenge. There, creates the need to forget. I have been good at that until now. Narrow goals along lonesome highways propagated across my time. Convinced of needing more, I fought against my forgetting. A battle gaining strength in conflict. And for some reason, today I spoke and so I stopped running. Continue reading What I Don’t Know Must Be Shown