all my little plans and schemes - nothing but a bunch of dreams. all i really needed to do - was maybe some love. i don't expect you to understand - the kingdom of heaven is in your hand. i don't expect you to wake from your dreams - too late for pride now it seems. why must we be alone? it's real, love - yes, it's real. -- john lennon

Saturday, May 24, 2008

I like the sound of the breeze at night, a rabbit's feet on the grass, the flick of a cigarette, the little ashes that disappear before the concrete sees them. I like the thought of possibility, the idea that a person can live without detachment, with pain and righteous anger and with full, untainted joy at the simpleness of beauty and the capacity to be loved.

I love youth - that youth can be defined as hope without practicality, beyond the constraints of time and age.

I want to solve hunger and selfishness and sarcasm, to live free of religion and category, to see the morning as not a challenge to be overcome but as a transitory, fleeting, essential opportunity to love the earth, the people, and the colors that are here and now - not to prepare for a future but to cry and laugh because now, this moment, this chance for betterment of self and of humanity will never again present itself.

1 Comments:

Blogger Ruthie said...

I love you. This is beautiful and inspiring.

1:32 AM

 

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