Number 3....

 

After givin’ myself a break and letting it all go for about a day;

the words would not go away.

Although the pressure was a little less; I had to ’de-stress’;

from this ‘walkin’-the-fine-line-stress.”

I took a nap, went for a walk late afternoon; wanted to be home before the sun would diminish its light, taken over by the moon. 

Instead of takin’ the route home; I found myself wandering off; seriously, this journey wants to come to a stop.

It brought me to my friends’ newly opened gallery.

I walked in to say hi and congratulate her with the amazing-feel-good-place.

She looked awesome; big smile on her face.

We chatted a bit; about my writing ‘shit’ ‘n her new amazing art-pit.(word count 123)

Then out of the blue she made this comment:”You have got to meet this guy.”

I go:”Why?”

***

I walk home, could not stop makin’; one after the other connection.

First things first; gotta check online; if there is also one after the other sign;

could it be………that someone other than the monkey is supposed to be mine?

I said I had to stay open minded; but in fact; wasn’t I just a little too stubborn; to really let go of a certain outcome?

Have I been to dumb; to see, in my mind, I wasn’t really free? (word count 222)

My heart is; but my mind was afraid, to seriously explore the possibility of a different monkey-mate?

***

This morning I came accross this quote, from an artist a note:

“The purpose of art is not to show the external of things, but the internal, that is the true reality.”

Being a multi-dimensional being, means knowing and feeling everything I’m seeing; is me.

Everything out there, comes from within.

Thinking otherwise is the original sin.

Thought creates matter; boy this self-expressive story keeps gettin’ better and better.

A while ago I discovered this artist (word count: 311!!)in the local newspaper.

I fell in love with his work.

***

It’s thursday, 8.33 am, man, it’s chilly!(word count 333!!!)

I’m gettin’ a sense where these words in pink ink are headin’ to.

Might this be the clue;

that just in time, I saw the 5.54 turning into 5.55?

Have I figured it out, can I do the high five and the jive?

***

I am getting a little nervous, yet I’m strangely calm.

I put on some lipbalm.

I stare at the words on my screen, thinkin’ bout what the words to me, more than once; have screamed.

“Wake-up, wake-up! Why can’t you see, what is right in front of you!”

But I did not have the slightest clue.

I was too focussed, on the monkey.

Now… I feel like a donkey.

***

(word count 444!)

I have this amazing amazing painting as my desktop picture.

It’s called ‘move towards the light’.

Now that it comes in sight; I feel a little fright.

But I won’t give up; even though my mind tells me to stop.

I am in the middle, playin’ my well tuned fiddle.

I’ve set this up for myself; I am just following the crums set out by my higher self, not anyone else.

I wanted and want to live up to my highest purpose; it seems more and more details rise to the surface.

Did my friend, yesterday, gave me the final hint?

I should follow that trail; I might be in for a stint? (word count 599)

***

Art is the inner-self expressed; made manifest.

I look at my desktop; the painting makes me happy; this feeling doesn’t stop.

Being multi-dimensional, knowing everything out there is me;

In one of my posts I said: ” I am you and you are me, together we are free….?”

Does it mean, me loving the painting on my desktop; o boy the connection machine in my head just won’t stop!(time: 8.55)

But does that mean… jeeez I’m gonna scream!!

This step is hard, yet my heart is telling me its smart;

to take this step; I will find something I’d never expect…

The painting ‘move towards the light’, (word count:660=33= illumination..) which I absolutely adore;

is worth to explore?

In multi-dimensionality your work is your souls’ expression made manifest; is this my test; to see if I could figure out;

the love for that painting (word count 700)is really the love for the painters’ soul? (did I tell you 7 is my lucky number..?!)

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(word count 711) Is it a co-incidence that the same person whom my friend says I have got to meet;

is the person who painted the painting which my eyes now greet?

Is it you I seek? (word count 747)

Are you my one plus one is three?

***

I always knew something ‘big’ would happen in my life in 2009.

When I was young I thought in my early thirties (word count 777!!) I would die.

But in fact; it was when I learned on my own to fly.

Did I come to Canada to ‘see’ myself, so I could see you?

Was the monkey there; even till after I dropped all my despair, to show me the way,

so to you I could say:

Are we headin’ the same way?

***

For the first time I am really afraid to put this post online. 

I know I will, these nerves just arent feeling so fine. 

Am I makin’ a complete fool outta myself?

Is this possibility true?

Should I say to you, have a look at my latest post, number three?

Or should I let it all just BE….?!