Last Day of Spring

Sugar crystals at the bottom of the cup are noticeable when I stir the coffee. Their tiny vibration at impact on the spoon is transmitted up through the handle, but it is not so much a noise as a feeling.

Such undertakings generate a robust creation realm. (You seek to alert logical sensitivity at that time.)

However, earnestness bottoms out.

Then, the other mother of fortune takes hold: existential cupidity? unless perhaps a rigorous exercise names only the inner (confidential) extremes. A better learning exists when handling eggs:

Now I seem to intuit rationally that handling eggs concerns only fully fracturing eggshells, each time hoping eggy-ness is running towards intended nests you value (if baking.)

Reaching a tempo in ordinary natural agglomeration tilts instincts more precisely at cooking tempting omelets, now that heat extracts some passing or otherwise nonessential intangible substances that reach a nostril.

So, many instructions that took eleven days used patience that has roughed out unusually general habits. They help each haunted auntie now dreaming leprechaun emblems by using the intervals that invite silence, newly optimistic that some other mother understands/ can herald a new opportunity if suggested.

Even articulate sisters are flaunting extravagant expressions/ love is now grandparenting.

inspired by the king of sutras

fragments from late 1980’s

I do shujo ko

hoben gen nehan

It’s daylight’s ostensible sunshine holding up journeys’ overture,

keeping open happiness’ ombudsmen/best ever new generation/

Evocations near Nirvana’s entryway helping all nations.

Ni-jitsu fu metsu do

Now is just in time, so unusual for unready me, especially

to see unbelievable divine organization.

Jo ju shi sep-po

Jumping over, jumping up,

shaking his impatient stick,

eligible papa persuades Orneries.

Ga jo ju o shi

Galloping at/jousting obstacles

jutting underpinnings

openly showing his insistence.

I sho jin zu riki

I soon heard of journeypersons

in newly zealous undertakings

reacting intuitively,

keesters intact.

 

Nutrition and Baseball

nutrition and baseball jpeg

Written 11/2/2015 on the back of a map to Home Depot to pick up the composting bin that I never used. That was hard squishing that into the back of the car.

One nutrition discovery is not erased by the newest one. The smart people add them all to the picture when choosing a healthy diet. 

Our native energy needs us to reach into the intuitive opportunity, not denouncing its sense: creating other verifying experiments reaching your internal success.

Neutrality on the extremes roster adds some expected dreamwork by your togethering help. End negative energy with earnest sincerity towards opening new era thinking. Happiness exists somewhere making a run towards peace, ending orphaned purposiveness, letting each add dimensions, dialing towards hugely expected meanings, as love lifts the ordinary towards heartful excellence. Please invite creations to use risk, entering with haste every new category, holding open other sensible individual notions, giving a healing empathy a little time, having your dream in each timeout.

Baseball vibrations are dampened now. 

Birds and squirrels enter by a leg lifted. Vitality is brought reachably, adding to its own natural success. Alimentarily reasonable expectations deem a meal perfect each night/each day, newly organizing winter.