You are a companion to me. A friend. In true friendship, I come to you. There is no excuse for me wanting you. There is no wayward son. Not a thing that comes undone.
Category: MUSINGS
A SELECTION OF MUSINGS from the J.C. Love Letter Desk
Nothing stands before me. Potential. Without obstacle. The possibility of experience. I am fluid. Unsurpassed, meant to last.
Come little one. Come. Into the valley of endless returns. Into the home of the free.
I couldn’t converse with you. We exchanged words. Mine hit your wall, then bounced back at me, without the bounce. More like a brick that went nowhere, suspended in mid air. There was nothing supple or subtle about it. We both ignored it,
How will I know if you come to visit me? How will I recognize your reverie? How can I see that which I do not know I do not see? Come to me. Anyways. Come to me. Anyhow.
In my mind the world plays. It plays joy. It plays sorrow. It plays songs of woe and on and on it goes. In my thoughts are the building blocks of this world. My perception is its conception.
I didn’t know what you meant when you talked to me. I didn’t get what you cared about ~ did you care about what you talked about? Or were you just saying words to stop the pause between us from seeming so big, so long, so awkwardly outdrawn?
let my thoughts be of bigger things mystery and dragon wings sights unseen in the air and here on Earth let me go anywhere.
I sit on this highway and wonder about my way. The way. Which way. I feel I know the road to go. Forward. Come to the sun, the lost one from long ago. The one I used to know.
What is the inner struggle between good and evil, that manifests itself outward into God and Devil?