A little much isn't it?

I often wonder about the readers that come here. What are you thinking when you read these words?

I wonder what head space you might be in when you drop in, a delicate balance sometimes, but it is important to me. If you are sad, then I try to be sad. If you come here with a smile on your heart, I hope that you leave here the same way.

You still think that things are impossible. I am here to tell you that they are not.

You think that freedom is independence. I am here to say that there are better freedoms to be found.

You want treasure just to look upon it. I am here to show you magical kingdoms that unravel streets of gold.

You come here feeling unloved. I am here to whisper that I love you.

You came here feeling stressed out about your life. I am here to let you forget about the outside world for a moment.

To quote Robbie Robertson:

"Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow
Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain
There he goes moving across the water
There he goes turning my whole world around" 

I wanna breathe when you breathe
When you whisper like that hot summer breeze
Count the beads of sweat that cover me
Didn't you show me a sign this time


Can you see what I see
Can you cut behind the mystery
I will meet you by the witness tree
Leave the whole world behind

I want to come when you call
I'll get to you if I have to crawl
They can't hold me with these iron walls
We got mountains to climb, to climb"
 

Salud!

Я часто интересую о читателях которые приходят здесь.
Что вы думаете когда вы прочитаете эти слова?
Я интересую какой головной космос вы могли быть в когда вы падаете внутри, чувствительный баланс иногда, но важно к мне. Если вы унылы, то я пробую быть уныл. Если вы приходите здесь с усмешкой на вашем сердце, то я надеюсь что вы выходите здесь такой же путь.
Вы все еще думаете что вещи невозможны.
Я здесь сказать вам что они нет. Вы думаете что свобода независимость.
Я здесь сказать что более лучшие свободы, котор нужно найти.
Вы хотите сокровище как раз посмотреть на ем.
Я здесь показать вам волшебные королевства которые unravel улицы золота.
Вы приходите здесь чувствующ нелюбимый. Я здесь прошептать тому я тебя люблю.
Вы пришли здесь чувствующ усилены вне о вашей жизни. Я здесь препятствовать вам забыть о внешнем мире на миг.
Salud!

Happiness is found in a cold Danish

Creeping along the vines and twines. Eating a cold cinnamon bun and realizing how high I have become. How the dark clouds have left and there is only sun.

Snow is melting rapidly, my pre-Christmas present I think. Answered prayer. Touching into the past, so cathartic, soothing balm for my battered self.

Loving, living and remembering. I am being moved into a wind that is strong and where it sends me, I no longer care as it spells freedom. Freedom. Is there any better word, other than perhaps, servant?

I look at her and smile. My earthbound happiness. I look at them and I smile and I learn how to love a little more each day. There can be no doubt or confusion but the highway is brightly marked and I see tomorrow today.

The threads of humanity, linking and weaving us all together tightly.

Get on the bus and lets go. Universal plan for the universal man.