The Doors |  Riders on the Storm

Rest in peace Ray,
you and your carnival keyboarding

I’ve got over a thousand of you following me and I’m only following 227 blogs. Sad, sad. It simply won’t do anymore.
Help a brother out. Like this and I’ll check out your blog.

Anyways, ya’ll beautiful

My girlfriend is the most beautiful, intelligent, and creative woman in ze world. Proof here.

"I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours."

Somewhere between a waking life
and a dimmed slumber
Find me
There’s a dream I fear I’ve never woken from

Nahko Bear | Great Spirit

Great Spirit on my tongue
be still be still
the time will come
when everyone will sing
all life is sacred
while I’m waiting

Great Spirit my fist is up
bringing the power to the people
your reflection of us
some of your people can’t hear
the cries of the earth
some of your people can’t feel it
the way that it hurts
and it hurts

Well I met her at a bus station, an elderly woman with two faces.
Wrinkles riddled her skin that begged me to question the life she had lived. At one glance I’d see a worn expression, but at another, broke through the guise of a child. I’d come to learn the folds weren’t those of just age, but of happiness, defined from a lifetime of use. It was as if her appearance held the spectrum of wisdom - the newborn and the old sage.
So there she was. She was alone, waiting, or more so just being patient. I don’t believe this old woman with two faces actually sat in anticipation for anything in particular. She was just settled. Still.
And there I was. Alone. And I’d found myself pacing my way past her from one end of the terminal and back, and she spoke out to me. They were quiet, gentle words that resounded loudly and deeply in myself.
“I notice you, you know.”
My pacing took a halt.
It wasn’t her words that paralyzed me, but the silence behind them. Something about it was completely understanding.
So I sat next to this elderly woman with two faces and I couldn’t help but ask where love had led her.
She replied to me with a response I could never forget. Her speech came out in a placid, pleasant, amiable kind of way. It was both a genial laughter and a piercing serious tone all at once.
“Oh dear boy, there is love or the lack of. It has no destination. Love is imminent and infinite.  It’s so simple really. People don’t care to see it though. It’s presence and absence is the molder of all lives..”
That was the day I’d understood not to just love, but instead be love. There were too many broken people in the world for me to deny it, and this old woman with two faces was an example of love’s triumph.

"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."

Bob Dylan | Things Have Changed

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