Another Place

There is place within and without the wings of language, where everything is possible. This place that is both everywhere and nowhere at once is both the source and foundation of every possibility you have yet to grasp even in your dreams. But ahh then, isn't this dreaming a waste of time. No, not at all bounced the monkey down the tree using his head as a leg. How so? How not? Now your not so hot that you can't trot like a dog that forgot what it was like to be a horse and now you wonder why he can't bark? Work can be like play even work on the most serious of things, which is of course the no thing of spiritual matters, the basis of how everything in your mind as well as what comes out of it changes matter just because just is a matter of opinion pealing onions and bunions while eating funyons.
The plot is thickening like blood as even the wound you don't feel begins to heal. The energy of you and the sun are one in the same like father and son. Place your hand to the flame in the sky. Just one more way to be your own best friend, the straw that made the camels back strong enough to put on another sack of straws, that which tipped the scales toward critical mass of love that knows no bounds. And isn't love a wonderful feeling to be bound to that's bound to increase the more you share with the world. Take control of that eight pound universe within your skull.
Are you lost yet? Good. The first step toward finding your way is admitting your lost. The dream has begun to change or was that reality that just passed you by without even giving you enough time to wave goodbye? Hello opportunity. Hello responsibility. Hello yellow jello fellow. Is what you're doing helping you yet? If you be for you who be against you because that who is before you is the God who never ignored you even when.....
And now you just sit there wishing you had a different obituary, too bad bitching won't do any good now even if you know all the female dogs in a six mile radius on a first name basis.