Saturday, October 26, 2013

Sewing and Stitching with Awareness

When I go into a car and find that my blue jeans have been tattered by flies and worrisome gnats, I just laugh. I really see the fabric of today and understand where the light is in it. But never will I play with gnats and flies ever again like a roach.

What roach is in the fabric of our american way?

Which play does this have for you or me?

Can you see why I stance so long and hard on one to pick up his ways around me?

He would go insane from a feeling of resentment and bitterness if his job went too soon and would kill each and every person in here like a mazoon fire stone bridge. Hmmm

Life in general is this. Namaste