When the mind is awake, you never stop dreaming.

7.7 Billion people in this corner of the universe, walking through the mansion of mother earth, and not one of them can open the blinds and peek through the doors of perception which are the windows of your majestic eyes. Just think about what an enormous gift that shit really is.

Sometimes you get so jazzed on the moment you can actually hear the universe sing, as you swing from life’s high notes and hit the low notes equally, improvising artistically without missing a beat or hanging on like a leech, leaving each passing moment to zone in on the texture of the next melodic tones life continually brings‬.

The mind is a weapon that must be cocked and loaded with love so it can kill with kindness.

Be like a tree standing planted by a dead river bed, until you transform into the confidence of your own stream of consciousness flowing from the sea of your own inner depths.