You Say You So

There is no saying no to somebody who is always saying yes. Even when they should say no. Even when they shouldn’t. Who is going to tell. There should be a capital. It is only fair. Things that do things automatically never are reliable. Things that don’t do things automatically are, always are reliably, to be unreliable.

There’s no counting on a thing but there’s counting up to something down to something and all that. Counting does go somewhere but it rarely ever stays there where it’s going where it’s gone.

Does it matter. What does it matter if it somehow does make sense. If it somehow does make sense then the rest of it don’t matter. No one really cares that it’s mistaken if they know what it is meaning to be saying.

That is why the mystery is so delightful magical to everyone who’s unbelieving and yet seeing it and knowing it and that is the same thing as anything is meaning anything of what you mean it to be meaning. You can mean it to be meaning but it’s meaning something else always all the time.

It is always saying you right back to you. And still you get across the street.

There Should Be Magic Be Allowed

In the secret history of words spelt strangely. There is always something you don’t know.

It’s in the commitment to the way you see the light. There is it waiting for you always it's receiving you allowing you to feel it and be free. There is only mostly you in the way of all of it.

Seeing passage in the fluid nature of the atmosphere. You’re as big as the orbit of all planets and the sun. Being in the saying of the thinking that’s believing most of it’s beyond it and respecting that. Not pretending to be funny about what has touched you in the sentiment. Dispelling all the power of the feeling thus.

Extensions seeming to be helping to receive it. Being in the dream and outside of the dream at once. Hearing sounds as sounds and as meanings as the language from another world at once together in dynamic tension all. Putting one word in succession to another like there isn’t something unbelievable about it all, being it’s so ordinary that the secrets are held fast.

It's the history of then and now and what's it maybe turning next towards to be disregarded as it should be.

When you’ve tapped into it does it matter if they hear it too?

There is loneliness and it’s a ticket to the place that no one hardly ever is admitted to. Go there gladly and you’ll see it all, and the rewards are beyond your wildest dreams. It is not an object you can hold or show off to somebody.

We will play, in any case.

It can be enough to be opening some doors and some windows even if there isn’t anybody seeing that they’re open. There are things that are grateful for the route that you've provided, even those that are within the ones who cannot see the opening or transiting of things between the in and out of them.

There is always more to you than meets the eye or ear or fingered touch or mental probe. There is always something going on moving to and fro, here and there.