Hell
is a metaphor
for a nightmare
from which One cannot awaken.

Live
a good life
as a decent person
and thy Dream at Life's end
shall be a pleasant and well-earned one.

I wear many hats, as it were,
and among my favorites of them
is the one we call "Musician."

As a Musician,
silence is the canvas
upon which I paint;
sounds are the fibers
of which are woven tapestries.

What is played
is just as important, if not moreso,
as what is not played.

Rests, that is to say "silence,"
are very much akin to white paint, or negative space:
so very often totally overlooked, taken for granted, or seen as 'unfinished,'
a lack of command over the medium in question.

Yet, I find much the contrary:
keen use of such negative space
can imply so very much more discipline and expressive control
than gallon upon gallon of paint
can even begin to define.

I guess I'm just avant like that.
If brevity is impossible, you're yet a novice.
(Now, ponder Law)

Do what you love,
not what you think you are "supposed to do."

Why do we feel so compelled
to stratify ourselves above the natural World?

What it is that justifies
our Cult of Humanity?

Do we seriously believe
that our gradient of experience
is so much wider and more rich
than are those of dogs, or cats,
or fish, or bats, or lice, or ants,
or spiders, or birds, or trees, or flowers?

Wherefrom do we think
the notions of faeries, nymphs, sprites, and our Gods arose,
if not for the Natural world
as well as the traits of our psychology
made anthropomorphic?

Who are we
to suppose such things
just because we are us:
be this not the same sort of exclusionary cultism
whence are born sexism and racism
and ethnocentrism?

Anthropocentrism?

Who are we to belittle
any one thing on this God-given plane of Reality?

Are we really that caught up in ourselves
that we forget whence we've come?

All is but Energy
All merely is.
We are a part of that,
as it is a part of us.

All
is a holistic system
not a stratified hierarchy of experience:
that concept is artificial.

Is it so hard for us to see?
Is it so difficult for us to be humble about this?
Is it such a blow to our such delicate psyches
that we cannot concede such universal harmony?

Or is it that it is beneficial for some
for the many to remain deaf and blind
to this wonderful, liberating truth?

I think we all know the answer,
we just forget to look for it
and if we find it,
we become too distracted to embody it.

I know we're better than that.
I know we know better.

Do you?

If thy self worth
derives from the status of others,
thou art a narcissist or a sociopath.

If thy self worth
derives from bringing others down,
thou art already lower than they are.

If thy self worth
derives from petty comparisons,
thou art a vain and unsophisticated soul.

If thy self worth
derives from thy own accomplishments,
no worldly thing can restrain thy potential.

Break free of thy Ego,
learn to let it drive thee
rather than steer thee:
thus may thou thy bliss construct.

Blood
is evermore thicker than is Ink:
take great heed of what you say,
but heed yet more what you think.

The right side of my body
seems to be cursed;
either that, or I sacrifice it.

I'm not sure which
or either,
but it's sure something.

Of course* nice guys finish last:
we make **** sure our ladies finish first!

Seek not to be the best
because thy technique is kept secret.
Rather, seek to be the best
by applying it howsoever is seen fit.

Seek but thy own technique.
It shall be the best for thee.

Yes,
that means
being self-aware and creative.
Yes,
that means
teaching thyself
at each and every opportunity.
Yes,
temporary failure is inevitable,
but welcome such opportunities:
they are only what are made of them.

For:
with perseverance,
what abundance may be found
forewent by others.

One who finds One's self
transcends much inner struggle,
and is free to be.

Learn, copy, study,
do whatsoever it takes;
just, please, say ye will
walk away from everything
with anything,
rather than
as something.

Read between the lines.

Seek to do so all the time,
because I think that One shall find
elusory, seductive peace of mind
awaits us all so patiently there.

Fear not
to dream on:
be thyself,
wheresoever it may take thee.

All else be naught shy of Cowardice, I daresay!