love for the more you love, the more love you have, it is something like knowledge in a way, my mom used to tell me, knowledge is the only thing you have that nobody can take away from you. There was also this riddle that i recall from childhood, what is the one thing that the more you use, the better it gets... the brain/the mind. (Yes i know these examples are rather simplistic and elememtary in its proposition, however as a kid these things were sort of reveltory and good lessons to have. Now i propose in similar light, the notion that love is something that the more you give Is the more you have, it isn't something that you can run out of, for if you run out of love to give then i have to suggest that you are drawing your love from sources that are limited. Try to draw your love from the source of the universe, that way you have more to give then you can ever hold. You simply become the vessel through which love flows. :) try it, as the love flows through you, watch it go, feel it pass through your being, its a rather pleasant feeling i must say
thoughts, specifically thoughts about the things i wish to do, dreams to be turned into reality. Dreams of re-envisioning the way tattoos are done, following your lead brother hale (alex hale @ love hawk tattoo) i too wish to take tattooing back to its roots, its shamanistic roots where the artist is more like the medicine men rather than capitalistic businessmen, simply said, a base charge will be applied to all tattoos that anybody can afford for the supplies and after that it is: pay as you wish, whatever one is able to pay is welcome as a gift afterwards, thus everyone is treated equally regardless of ones financial status. With love i give and in love one can return, we are more creative than to have to abide by the unit of money, we in the now have a value system that thinks beyond monetary value and thinks rather in time and energy, thats the language i wish to speak and it is my firm belief that there are others out there who is able to understand the language of love, the language of time, the language of energy. A language thats true.
oh my friend, it has been so long since we spent some time together, dancing, making magic happen.
I remember one of my early art teacher told me once, that once you find the magic the work creates itself and you just sit back and watch. I agree with him now. Somehow there is a magic in you that i cant explain, one might call it experience ot flow or what have you, but i think there is magic in you. A magic that takes place when we are synchronized together in a beautiful dance. I saw dance because it is a conversationg, a duet that takes place between you and i, i make a move and you respond gliding across the surface leaving a mark behind. The mark you create is a conversation you are having with the space that is full of beauty and chance, i like to listen to the conversation you have with the space you interact.
There is something beautiful when there is no distinction between who is controling who, its inseperable, you and i, together we create something that neither of us could concieve of a moment ago. But now we are doing it.
light is synonymous with image, without light there is no image, though let me take a moment to show you that is not necessarily the case,
Imagine there is an open green field infront of you, large and expansive. There are fluttering yellow butterflies dancing about the surface of your vison, and in the horizon you see a stream of light going straight up to the sky, its dazzling, beautiful and enchanting. Its calling you close through a hynpotic sound. A sound thats a rythmic wave, pulsating through the field, through the blades of grass upon which you stand, its coming towards you and it hits you as though time pulsating through your body, you are pulled with each pulse as though you were a leaf riding a wave of sound.
The sunlight in the field slowly fades off into darkness the closer you get leaving you alone with the stream of light standing tall in the distance, pulsating, pulling you in. You let go of your resistance because you like the flow of this swaying motion as you are drawn in, closer and closer to the stream that now you can see deeper into-- As you are about to touch its surface. The pulsation stops, you are not being pulled forward anymore but rather you are standing right infront of this Crystal clear glasslike surface of this vertical stream, its like a portal into another dimension that exists right infront of your being. So you choose to reach out and touch this screen.
The surface unfolds into fragments of light and like particles of dust they begin to float away infront of your very eyes. You watch the crystal portal entryway fade away, leaving you face to face with the world within. A world of blue light, a world filled with futuristic technology, a world in which the plants glow with lights, a world like the ones you can only dream of.
This is a world of your creation, a world that is constructed with the light thats within yourself-- take a moment to look around you and breathe in the potential of your creation.
I will leave you here with this realization that you have the power to create wonderful dimensions with the light that you can channel and with this knowledge i leave you to play and create the wonderful dimensions that i know you will.
im afraid of finding the thing that makes perfect sense for when ive found it, all meaning is found and lost simultaneously, you know what i mean? Hypothetical person who might stumble upon this?
Hmm let me introduce myself, im a very simple kinda person who comes off as complicated when trying to explain myself through the intellect. The best way to get to know someone is to look into their eyes and if they are willing, they will open up their walls and let you in. What happens next is unknown until it happens and you and the person you are in contact with will know in that very moment. Its a rush!
I felt it once while sitting across a swing bed in a patio overlooking the mountains. The girl across from me was my crush, and dear friend. It was the day after the first time we hung out. I spend the night at her place and i was shy beyond words. I was frozen and i remember that when we went to bed, we layed on different edges of the bed, silent, stiff and nervous and excited in a tense state. We did not speak a single word and somehow fell asleep.
In the morning we were more comfortable, we snuggled and spooned each other and i gave her massages out of affection and then suddenly as we were sitting across from each other we were engaged in a gaze. It was almost like a staring contest at first and we smilingly looked into each others eyes without looking away. It did not take long for us to realize something was happening, the only way i can explain how it felt to be in that moment was as though i was a book flung open and each moment we continued to look into eachothers eyes our internal pages were being revealed to each other at a speed beyond my control or possible registry. We did not say much but so much was being shared in the moment that it was scary, overwhelming and freeing at the same time. I remember her making a comment that something special is happening to which i smiled, we continued to gaze deeper and deeper and suddently a chord inside me was struck and i looked away. I was not ready to go there with her. Or more accurately, i was not ready to go there myself.