When I grow up
I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels
That’s what I’ll do
Throwing out boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me

When I grow up
I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what I’ll have
Staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me

I put my soul in what I do
Last night I drew a funny man
With dark eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way bad
I never liked a sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you

I’m very good with plants
When my friends are away
They let me keep the soil moist
On the seventh day I rest
For a minute or two
Then back on my feet and cry for you

You’ve got cucumbers on your eyes
Too much time spent on nothing
Waiting for a moment to arise
The face in the ceiling
And arms too long
I wait for him to catch me

Waiting for you to embrace me

Just before our love got lost you said
“I am as constant as a northern star”
And I said “Constantly in the darkness
Where’s that at?
If you want me I’ll be in the bar”

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice
Oh you’re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I’d be on my feet
oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I’m frightened by the devil
And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid

I remember that time you told me you said
“Love is touching souls”
Surely you touched mine
‘Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh, you’re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
“Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed”

Oh but you are in my blood
You’re my holy wine
You’re so bitter, bitter and so sweet

Oh, I could drink a case of you darling
Still I’d be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I miss the simplicity, spontaneity and adventure of travel. Awaking every morning to a new sun, a new horizon and a burning wanderlust. There is an unbelievably liberating thrill of being emerged in an unfamiliar culture, and with that a trust with yourself and cautiousness of the world is developed. Being aligned with moments as they arise. Purely, simply, now.

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Whisper to me intimately like a lover,
for tenderness is rare in this world.
It is difficult to convey the magic of love
to those who are made of dust.

Some things you’re not letting happen right now because the timing isn’t perfect for you. Some you’re not letting happen because you are very aware of where you are. But all things, as they are happening, are happening in perfect order. And if you will relax and begin saying, “Everything in its perfect time. Everything is unfolding. And I’m enjoying where I am now, in relationship to where I’m going. Content where I am, and eager for more,” that is the perfect vibrational stance.

You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don’t have to do anything to earn it. Your shortcomings, your lack of self-esteem, physical perfection, or social and economic success— none of that matters. No one can take this love away from you, and it will always be here.

Uncertainty is part of life.

People seem to mistake my acceptance of this as myself being uncertain. I have strong ideas about what I want to do in this life, for myself and for loved ones, and I plan on doing my best to get me there. But at the same time I acknowledge Change. I acknowledge that whilst I am doing everything I want to be doing right now, things may change, my interests, perceptions and priorities may change. Some people really have no idea what they will be doing in the next few years, and others have strong plans and goals set out. Right now I am following my dreams, going with the flow… Whatever comes will come. I’m not going to fight it. Just let it be, smile, and enjoy.

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My head is bursting
with the joy of the unknown.
My heart is expanding thousand-fold.
Every cell
taking wings
flies around the world.
All seek separately
the many faces of my love

Sometimes I wonder if I jump in, will it be hard to pull myself back out? 
Right now I feel as if I’m wandering the fine line between sense and senselessness.  
 

When we are face to face with truth, the point of view of Krishna, Buddha, Christ, or any other Prophet, is the same. When we look at life from the top of the mountain, there is no limitation; there is the same immensity.

I need to stop smoking because IT’S A BAD HABIT and I can’t afford it and I should be saving but its the only way I know how to deal with stress at the moment. I sit here in my little room on the side of a main road across from my University in Melbourne and roll over and over again, contemplating how many assignments I have due in the next two weeks (By next friday I will have handed in three 2500 words essays and one 200 word spanish composition, not to mention the fact that all I wanna do is chill out, smoke and have intellectually stimulating conversations with handsome, mature guys…)

I am so happy living in the moment and taking each day as it flows, but sometimes I realise all the stress that has been pushed to the back of my brain. I travel at my own pace, slower than most, and sometimes it’s difficult keeping up with this fast paced lifestyle. Melbourne has swallowed me whole

Life, hey.