grips me. And it’s more than just attainable. I’m doing it. With content. All from these Professor Mikey posts, however it takes shape. The amount of happiness yesterday, indescribable. Actually there was no amount, just a feel. A world of it right there at the winery. The latte is strong… and only contributing to HAPPINESS. …
Tag: poems
Taking 10 or 15 or more for ME.
Coffee and the writing space, this little booth. Full-circle moment for me, and where I am in the circle is telling me to keep going. To be my own AI. Not that I ever really use it seriously, but to depend more on myself and what I’m thinking in a given moment. Right now… quiet…
Immediate Infinity
Month in its ending echos…. Not much thought of note on the drive over. Just Mindful of the drive and the music— OH, that’s right, the #MYMUSICMOODNOW project. Liftoff after the wedding, this weekend. Exploring mood and how Music lifts, mends, teaches, centers, that kind of thing. Restroom then more coffee. This writer is tired…
Different
Language and lean Angles and sitting She just talks I have to empathize The code Mindful of triggers But no gun Just that for the word And inference of that That’s the wick That’s the catalyst It’s the most successful Formula and notes known Well that was easy Now you can command And plan, anywhere…
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