"Happy people tend to be more creative and less prone to the errors induced by habit."
-Joseph Hallinan, "Why We Make Mistakes."

These days
I can't imagine what thirty more years will bring
I've lived so many lives already
These days
I still take on too much
I need to be more sensitive to the balance
These days
Are nothing like I pictured they would be
What a thrill, what a life
These days

Sugar pop
Bubblegum
Chocolate covered strawberries
Gumdrops
Thin mints
Candied brown walnuts
Krispy kreme
Ice cream
Lemondrops
Wednesday

Only love will heal
Not time
Not money
Only light can illuminate
Not fear
Not isolation
Only hope
Sometimes as fragile as an eggshell
Will carry you into a new life

Most people are too fucking sensitive
Including me
We hold onto things too long
We let pain take up residence
Without growing from it
Write a summary from the parts you understood
Then throw the rest to the winds
Do us all that favor
Your life doesn't have to be spotless or normal
To live boldly in hope of a better tomorrow

Not quite living in a house of peace
Still waiting on the porch

I'll know I'm well inside
When I can bear an insult without blushing
I can see a need without my mind racing
I can give without expecting
I can love without ceasing

It's so easy to forget the dream
What's real
The trash of our illusions
Fills up our houses
Meditate always on love
On music
Only these are true
I keep thinking
If I could only write a song
And sing it on a stage
Then I would know who I am

Walking in a lukewarm swirling airbath
The morning rays greet me
I move slower than my thoughts
My dreams have time to rise
As I gather ingredients
Carefully thoughtfully
Hoping
I'm a drop deep in the ocean

Today is where the praise is
Today is where the work is
Today we fill the cups
So tomorrow we all can drink