Posted On: Thursday, April 29th, 2010 at 10:11 pm
“You’ll come back when you’re ready…”
and here we let the winds and rivers pass between us. We are trees, deeply rooted in the sands of Love. This soil cannot be perceived by the senses, just as the branches know nothing of the roots. As the roots and branches fulfill their duties for perpetuating life, they dance in unison as the energy flows between (above and below ground). Our fruits draw nutrients from this fertile, perfect soil. In order to appreciate the fruit one must taste it. The taste will inspire. The taste will cause you to set out on the high seas in search of more.
…but more is never enough…
By eating the fruit, you become the fruit. But you can never become the tree. You are your own tree, and your roots need fertile land from which to draw.
Suffering is how we come to know this. Imagine the fruit that struggles to get back to the branch from which it fell. Even if it did reach that branch, the branch would not be able to hold the fruit again. These are the woes of each fruit.
Forget the taste of the last fruit so that you may taste again. Love is not the tasting. Love is the soil that nourished the fruit to maturity. This soil nourishes you, whether you are aware of it or not. It does so asking nothing in return.
Dare to taste and become inspired again and again. Otherwise, you will remain obsessed with the same flavors forever. Every fruit perishes and rots and returns to the earth eventually. But the trees… Some trees we keep coming back to, some you only eat from once. Flavors are always fluctuating, but as we know, every apple stays the same in structure and spirit even though the flavors may change between forms.
So forget about me. Forget about me everyday so that each day you see me, and the fruit of my tree tastes different, you won’t mourn the fruits of yesterday. The soil that I draw from is fertile and ever changing. This is what I strive for: I must evolve in order to live.
Each day that you see me, and perhaps some time has passed, just know that I had to lose you to long for you. I had to long for you to write songs for you. In longing for you my branches grew longer so that I could reach better, and I drew even more complexities from the soil. Yes, your roots and trunk are there while mine are here, but we share the land.
We can never be separate.
Travel, but do not become the traveling. Eat, but do not become the eating. What tastes sweet today tastes so because of what we remember from yesterday. Whenever you are hungry, remember: Eat for nourishment. Eat to live. Il suffit d’avancer pour vivre…
One day I decided to take an oath of silence. I chose to do this because I felt that my words were not my own. I was especially stressed during the first few months of my move to NYC. I needed to discipline myself so that I could learn to survive there.
This decision REALLY pissed everyone around me off. I told my boss the night before my shift (with written words) that I would have to come to work the next day mute. She actually told me it would be hot. I sort of assumed she would tell my co-worker, especially since he was working at the time I told her. She didn’t, and when he came in the next day he was not pleasantly surprised and actually TOTALLY pissed. Thankfully, we made more tips than we had ever made together before – the customers were totally cool. It was the people who knew me, people who I thought I could call friends, who wouldn’t accept it and judged me. When the head chef threatened to fire me, I chose to speak again by 12 Midnight. That day we totally kicked ass on the shift though. Why wouldn’t we? I was the best barista they had and all of the orders came on tickets. They said I might have to answer the phone, but that was really only an issue at night when people called for delivery. Sure, that might have been something to handle… but I know that we could have. Didn’t seem right, but I conformed because I was too scared to be out of a job.
The one girl who really supported me was the cutest girl working there, but everyone talked shit about her because she was a “crappy waitress.” She was a good person, but that didn’t seem to matter to anyone. She was cool though, I hope she’s doing well. I think she was fired about a week after my silence oath “fiasco.”
Thankfully today, it is official. World Redress LLC. is a reality. I work for a company of my own creation. That feels very good.
“Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.” – Albert Einstein.
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