He said, “you could have been anything”,
under his breath, to me. 
“From shackles to freedom - from this house to endless sea,
but you won’t breathe,
no, 
you won’t be”.
 
On a west side street, east of every thing, 
we sat on our feet and watched the people crawl and crawl,
until they all -
until they all just walked away.
 
He said “you don’t hear the shuffle, till you hear your own heart beat”.
I thought about this for a long time,
and I returned to his street.
I said “tell me more of freedom,
I wanna find my endless sea,
I’m so tired of thinkin -
I just wanna be me,
But now you -  
won’t speak”.
 
 
So I opened up my mind, and I listened to their feet,
I focused on the shuffle, and the clicks on concrete,
and then suddenly
- 
I couldn’t hear a thing.
 
 
But this pulsating rhythm, this lifeblood of sort,
movin through my system with electrifying force,
and it swallowed me,
- 
it breathed me in.
 
 
And now -
I can see,
and now -
I can breathe,
and now -
I can be. 

It’s possible that you are aware of a thought story, right now, about a past or future.
It’s likely then, that there are ‘characters’ in this thought story, about a past or future.
Of those characters, almost certainly, you seem to be - one.
More probable still -  the other is some one who ‘did you wrong’,
Or some one who you 'did wrong'.
 
As certain as you are reading these words, you are presently aware of sensations.
There is a great chance, the sensations you are aware of, 
seem to be the sensations of a ‘you’ 
- “ in ” -  
the thought story. 
But of course, there are no sensations found in a thought story. 
That, is a mirage - an illusion - an all too tempting enticement, to a smaller you -
truly, a fleeting and empty promise.  
 
Indeed, sensation never has, and never can, extend beyond this now moment.
Sensation is present, and carries within the True message -
 You are being. You are here. You are now. 
 
Sensation is never separate, 
never dreams of leaving,
never longs for there,
never needs for then. 
 
Now is the flow, now is the zone, now is the ‘entry point’, the 'stream', the truth in evolution,
the realized meeting place, the gifted homeostasis, a present for us all.
 
This, is ours, 
“it” is ours,
now,
just as we are “it”,
now. 
We will never meet in a thought story.
Unification is here, where we already are,
together,
now.
 
Though we cherish & love our love stories, love is ever-present actuality,
all pervasive,
now. 
One can not create within a thought story, inherently perplexed & riddled,
fears, regrets, resentments  - hiding & seeking, 
silly games of one and ‘other’.
 
Thought stories are “about” - 
misimpression, misrepresentation - apparitions,
abstraction; diluting of the real.
Forever unrealized, eternally void of significance - of use -
painful echos; figments of dormant un-manifest imaginings.
 
A thought story will never compare to the real story, to your story,
and your story is well underway,
now. 
 
Now is the melting pot, the cauldron of limitations - persist nonetheless, 
in this unlimited culmination of our truest essence,
Love. 
 
Only now can we create, improve upon our ways and worlds,
mindful in our true unification,
Love.
 
Only now is the potential for conscientiousness of consciousness.  
Keepers of peace, lovers of love, actualizers of desire,
creators of creation, knowers of knowing. 
 
Unveil humility,
accept your perfection,
so that you may in any way, in your way,
simply make this place,
and this life,
- better.
 
Rise from your suffrage, of your own repose.
You are the hero you’ve waited for.
Seek not your majesty;
bring forth your true magnificence.
Create without need, without reciprocity,
give freely within yourself,
your earnest encouragement to all beings. 
 
Truly, effortlessly, in absolute certainty,
you will come here again,
to an even yet better place,
this living expression of your loving & giving.  
 
Dream your dream, steadfast and true,
give all of your self, to the all that is you.
Scathed & fettered, beaten & bruised,
still yet, 
dig deeper, in the offering of you.