learn to be still

I am the wrecker of words. Screwed up cuz sheep today. Apparently my msn's msging crashed her comp, and her her hour-plus worth of typing's gone to laptop heaven. oops. I've been barred from chatting with her henceforth, unless she talks to me first. Oh well. *twiddles thumb*

Some talking and ive gained some headway in my thoughts. thanks thus. I hope you gain some headway in your journey too. Or at least uncover a few new paths. The world is ahead and there are an infinte number of paths. I cant think of how to put all this down, its all in my head but in diffuse form. Maybe after sunday when ive got everything sorted out, ill write it down. Part of it is: Sometimes its better to yield. Mom has tried that and it works. Sometimes there can be no solutions. Or none that fit your eye. sometimes to yield might be better. Another is the constant yearning to be the center of the universe. Deep down, everyone does. Its just how they try to be it, or if failing that try to be in it. And in so many ways too. So comes another shift in the configuration. Maybe Tyler Durden was right after all. OR at least some of what he preached. And my thoughts grow confused once more. In the endless race. Orobas eating itself. Running the mobius strip. the center of the universe and the heavenly bodies that revolve it. The unique snowflake. the human waste. The rock bottom. The bottom. The big bang. the space monkey. the wolves who hunt. The hunt. The yearning to be free of humanity. The yearning to return. The frightful fog, the shroud. All this has something central to it. For now i think this should suffice. listen to the Eagles. They hold a special place in my heart. And all they're trying to say, for now, is, sometimes, you just got to be still.

It’s just another day in paradise
As you stumble to your bed
You'll give anything to silence
those voices ringing in your head
You thought you could find happiness
just over those green hills
you thought you would be satisfied
but you never will-
learn to be still.
We are like sheep
without a shepherd
We don’t know how to be alone
So we wander ’round this desert
And wind up following the wrong gods home
But the flock cries out for another
And they keep answering that bell
and another starry eyed messiah
meets a violent farewell
learn to be still.
Now the flowers in your garden
They don’t smell so sweet
Maybe you’ve forgotten
The heaven lying at your feet
There are so many contradictions
in all these messages we send
So we keep asking
How do I get out of here
Where do I fit in?
Tho the world is torn and shaken
tho your heart be breaking
ITs waiting for you to awaken
till then
Learn to be still