The Grid

Form follows function. You are more than your use.

The Looking

You’re looking at light and shade. You’re looking at bark. You’re looking at a tree. You’re looking at a picture. You’re looking at a computer screen.

Step back.

The Spinning

Spinning in the ocean. Slowly. You learn to breathe all over again.

The Stretching

The world weeps for itself on days like this and you stretch and stare to find the things that make it worthwhile. At least it’s not boring. You keep telling yourself that. Perspective is nine tenths of everything.

The Love You Share

You need to love you. If you cannot love yourself, no one else can either.

The Steps To Rhyme And Reason

When you read, you go through a series of steps, all of which are personal. To you. And you alone. Your eyes see the symbols joined together to make words, the graphical representations of sounds. These sounds are then translated into meaning. They are given voice by your observation of them. You have no choice in the matter.

Try to not read this sentence.

Thousands of people may read this but each of them will read it in their own way. It is unique to them.

To you. That is why I wrote it.

Because you are unique in your voice and your way. You are special. A unique aspect of a glimmering whole. We are all the whole. But you alone are you. And because I speak to you and you alone, intimately, I know you as well as I know myself.

And that is why I have the faith I do in you. You will be great. You will be amazing.

You will change the world. I know you.

The Nature Of Being

The sun rose slowly and you unfolded before the world, letting it in, letting yourself out.

The Hiding Place

Where are you? You’ve seemed a little distant lately. Like you’ve got something to hide. You can tell me. I won’t be mad.

The Recipe

The ingredients you're looking for can all be found around you.

The Distraction Of Time

So I sat there on the bench and got lost in the faces of people I'd never know or meet because like them, my life is too busy for strangers.

I missed the train today. And you.

The Classy Joint

I see you in the strangest of places. Don't worry, everybody does it.

The Place Of Birth

There is no place called happiness. But there is a path you can travel.

The Desire For Destruction And Creation

You might not have a wrecking ball but you can still take down a wall one brick at a time.

The Message In The Electric Bottle

I leave clues everywhere. But you don’t see them. I’m hoping one day, someone will find this and show it to you.

And then you will know.

The Thought of Eating

You used to eat all the chips first, while they were still warm but then you were too full to enjoy the burger.

Then you ate the burger first but by the time you finished, the chips were cold.

Now you eat half the chips first, then the burger, then the rest of the chips.

Maybe you should stop thinking about it so much and just enjoy the meal.

The Phone Call

Someone phoned me the other day trying to get in contact with you. I told them it'd been a while since I'd last seen you and I didn't have your number anymore. They miss you. They want to talk. You should phone them.

The Weather And You

Time passes. Snow falls. I miss you.

The Craft of Being

Take your time and craft the things you do. Love them. Love the process. God is in the details. And you can be an artist in everything you do.

The Way Things Happen

Everything that needs to happen, will happen, in the time that it takes to happen, the way it was meant to happen. You need to trust in that.

The Steps You Take

Put one in front of the other one. Focus on that and everything else will fall into place. One step at a time. You get there in the end.

The Intrusion

You are well within your rights to stand up, interrupt everyone around you and say "This is not who I am. This is not what I want. I'm sorry, but you've mistaken me for somebody else."

The Place I Found

This is where I write something for you. This is where I sit down and open a vein. This is where I miss you. This is where I try and find the feeling of prickled skin. This is where I push the headphones closer. This is where I tell you what I think. This is where I tell you what I know. This is where I tell you that it’ll all be ok. This is where I talk to a stranger who isn’t a stranger. This is where I keep my peace, hope, love and happiness. This is where the wind blows. This is the mulberry bush. And around and around we go.