breadcrumbs

all the little breadcrumbs that mark the long and winding road that can lead to your door, my door, any door (that's what breadcrumbs are for) after all, from the love we saved to the love we gave to the miracles on 34th street or promises in the dark, the musical lyrical references are but the sparkly shiny breadcrumbs, the colorful m&ms, even left along the path among so many other less obvious and more obscure pieces of fractal personality identity secrets nobody knows except the one who follows them all to wherever they may lead (and only there and then might we truly touch the magic moment so oft dreamt of, dreamed too, if life did not get in the way)... the laughing cloud mocks the sun's tear knowing the shadow is not forever and the sun will see the earth again... and the child giggles at the potential of the words... dream on...

bullsugar! :)

poverty is rich

i was asked once, ”why choose the poverty? in reference to my material choices and i laughed at myself as i sighed for the world as the question demonstrates the collective belief that success and comfort and even happiness is measured in things, in luxuries, in a lavish lifestyle, in possessions and the means to obtain them… and i think back to when i had much more than i do now, when i had the means to travel and buy so much more than i can now, and i smile at the choice i made to give it all away… for it is the giving that pleases me much more than the possessing… it is the sharing that pleases me most of all… but even when others do not share, giving enriches my life experience… it is the giving that brings the best feeling i’ve known in this life short of shared love…

so why do i choose that most consider poverty?...

because it feels good :)