Facing the devil inside you

The devil comes smiling.

Offering comfort and pleasure

But not joy

Which comes from trials

Going into your dark places.

Because only after a form of death

Do we emerge greater

Tempered in the fire

Reborn into a deeper existence.

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I stayed safe inside my cubicle

Take care of yourself.

Then sort out society.

Counsel those who prioritize freedom

Over those who prioritize the opposite .

While setting the example for the latter

So one day they will realize:

Prioritizing safety requires sacrifice

Much more than prioritizing freedom does.

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How much time is left?

Europe seen from space

Ejected at celestial heights

From the divine spaceship of birth

a clueless babe without a parachute

Slowly falling or maybe quickly

The speed depends on the worry:

Am I winning or losing?

Am I doing it right?

Through the material space

so goes the time space

Unknowingly consumed

Year by year, day by day, minute by minute

Carelessly, like I’ve got nothing to lose. 

The ground looks so distant

but certain to meet us when the time comes.

So, what to do in the meantime?

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There’s nothing wrong

It’s perfectly ok being unhappy.

It’s worse to resist it…or ignore it.
Or feed it.
Or put blame on yourself or others.

Instead, don’t mind it.

Observe it and see what happens.

You are not who you think you are.

And you’re definitely not your feelings.

The winter sun

The Ohio sun goes south for the winter
Or it slacks, tired of shining all day
The toll of constant heat to make helium
creating elements for the universe.

But the gray it leaves us makes the heart ache
Not immediately, like a lover that leaves you
but like an infatuation that fades after the initial burst
an absence that at the same time surprises you
and gnaws at you, building through time
A dull ache
a fading glow of an ember in your soul.

Everything is so quiet
with the winter sun gone
the chatter of possibilities muted.
the sky is neutral monochrome
whitewashing the atmosphere
drawing a veil across the universe.

So the world must turn into itself
meditating on what could be without heaven.
No shine to illuminate the way
so we must make the path ourselves.

She was the first to ask

“What’s that mean?” she asked. “Safety Third.”

She was the first person who had asked what my shirt meant.

I said: “It means joy should come first.

Or we can stay in our cave, stay safe, not take risks.”

In a world that’s increasingly about getting more: being more open, having more, producing more, gaining more experiences… we still haven’t become more brave.

Excitement is still stimulating us, but in very constructed, intentional packages, being delivered through screens, apps, profiles, and now, literal masks.

Instead of taking risks, we medicate ourselves with more work, more play, more drugs.

Because that’s safe: We know what to expect in those structured places.

But joy comes from exploring, from surprises, from navigating hardships, from experiences in the unknown.

Not safety.

The Disease

To Know Everything

To Do Everything

To have Everything

That others have

Right now.

All boxes checked.

Nothing missing.

No suffering.

Zero casualties.

No Pain Anymore.

Whole Again.

Constantly connected.

No boundaries.

Knowing everyone.

Knowing everything 

Having everything 

Others have.

The Dis-Ease of our Times.