For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God.
We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state and our educational system.
We are here to drink beer.
We are here to kill war.
We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
We are here to read these words from all these wise men and women who will tell us that we are here for different reasons and the same reason."
If I never see you again I will always carry you
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
of what I am of
Charles Bukowski, Living on Luck (via ughpoems)
Five Things About the Place I Call Home
1. The fuzzy mountains roll into each other lazily.
2. Tips of tree canopies, nearly touching, blanket the sleepy giant hills in marbled blobs of different greens - pine, ash, fir, oak.
3. The sun gently warms the mornings, waking the birds and coaxing the carmel-sugar scent from the trees.
4. The night brings coolness and fresh air. Between ponderosa silhouettes, stars gleam intensely.
5. The moon threatens to keep me awake with its brightness.
Today at Lake Mary