We shall never have more time. We have, and have always had, all the time there is. No object is served in waiting until next week or even until tomorrow. Keep going day in and day out. Concentrate on something useful. Having decided to achieve a task, achieve it at all costs.
A few seconds before happiness
tore poems from my heart
it occurs to me
that everything is grace
both sides of the gift are equal
giving = receiving
receiving = giving
that to fly free and ride the shining sunbeams
means trusting yourself completely
even in the uneven spaces
the hard edges pushing against us
knowing my own face allows me to forget
opens my soul to sheer beauty
I find myself on rivers of adventure
cutting through my grids of protection
through my grasping of thin shreds
through unnecessary issues of control
I am suddenly aware
the gates to the kingdom live right here
everything opens when I step forward
into this confident choice of knowing
into this very bursting moment of joy
into this perfect snowflake of eternal beauty
created just to melt
unseen by mere mortals
yet and still forever imprinted into this worlds history
in every which way because
simply because of love
When you were poor
you did not sprawl among poppies
on the banks of the stream
singing, “I am rich! I am rich!”
No, friend, you did some work.
And now that you are on fire
with thirst for the Beloved,
do you fall on your pillow
like a bee into the rose, mumbling,
“I drown in the nectar of love”?
No, friend, you work.
You become this fire,
the thirst itself,
and do the deeper work
– Fred LaMotte
“In the end I am not interested in that which I fully understand,
the words I have written over the years, are just a veneer.
There are truths that lie beneath the surface of the words,
truths that rise up without warning, like the
humps of a sea-monster, and then dissapear.
What performance in song is to me,
is finding a way to tempt the monster to the surface.
To create a space where the creature can break through what
is real and known to us.
This shimmering space, where imagination and reality intersect.
This is where all love, and tears, and joy exist.
This is the place, this is where we live.”
-Nick Cave – 20,000 Days on Earth