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I was waiting for the crippled man to forget his disability and challenge the urban preacher but his paralyzed legs were only the most obvious of his impairments: his language was tangled by a drunken tongue. In defense he slobbered spitty words and rolled his neck as though his head had been bothered by a bayou breeze.
The old Asian woman and the Percoset fiend were friendly enough: I wondered what had brought the modest elder to this moment on the bus, and what sort of sequence of unfortunate events was necessary to produce such a sorry patient. Mostly I wondered what they saw in each other: either spiritual compassion had knocked down obvious borders, or someone was being paid.

Anyhow, the mood coloring my observational periscope was marooned by having witnessed two mundane atrocities earlier in the day: the first was the corpse of a boring tree strewn carelessly across a parking lot, the second a pair of road workers drilling madly past pavement, drawing chunks of asphalt into the air like fragments of dolphin flesh flying from the mad bite of a rapid shark. I cringed at the sight of both these everyday happenings, petting the hair of the tree as she lay severed from her life force and petting the tears from my own face as I watched the two men violate earth with their jumbo drill cock.

I believe in impeccability- that every W O R D shOuld bear the weight of Our highest intentiOn. I write tO invite yOu to knOw me.
I believe we are best served when our energies are respected, BUT beware; incoming energies are blocked when outward energies are unintentionally extended and denied a natural end: energies radiate violently if disallowed sleep, if rejected, confined to a coffin like a corpse in a plastic suit; confusion and chaos develops and the spirit will NEVER be at peace.
I believe in the ill-power of indifference. Indifference is a pebble in a pond that spawns tremors; tremors manifest as evolving orbits that pour across multicolored borders from an origin of sloppy behavior and mumbled words and we rock atop the troubled waves, restless and dying.

“You, human child, are a tree. Some days you think of yourself a wilted stem in a broken pot, without proper water, suffocating and dry, hungry and dying. Other days your mind is aligned with the truth of your presence and you are as I, tall and free, the boundaries that once seemed to hold you dissolve in your own radiance and you are fearlessly love. Which do you choose to be, human child? Do you wish to grow outwards, expanding your selfish influences across shaky grounds, collecting and conserving for the benefit of your useless fears? Or will you choose to grow upwards and beyond what is shallow and immediately satiating, will you coil your roots down into the meaningful depths of understanding and will you reach your mind to occupy the space where thoughts are lit by the same force that awakened the stars? Will you cling to your greedy expectations or will you simply be? Life will not give you anything: what is meaningful are those lessons that awaken within you that which you already know. You are a tree as I am a human, the word is irrelevant and the form is no matter because the love is the same.”

-From ‘Confessions of a Maybe Palm Tree’