Cold Coffee, Warm Thoughts
Isn’t darkness the womb of creation? What a beautiful realization!
I had been walking on the tips of my toes, leaning forward—living as if there’s always something more to explore, something that will surely give me an even greater sense of purpose and belonging. At least that’s what I hope to find when I step into a new coffee shop—no pressure!
The smell of wet grass under rubber soles fills the air, mingling with the tempting aroma of sugar. Why do we find ourselves enslaved by the glucose of despair? Money, sex, sweat, and a runny nose—opulence at its best or worst? I guess it all depends, but it remains magnificent nonetheless!
In moments of regress, I find solace in the simple yet monumental daily social embraces. “One cappuccino, whole milk, no sugar, please,” I ask the barista, reminding myself that I get my sugar in many other ways—and I give a lot of it away, too.
I take my first sip, and it's cold! Did I wait too long? Why is coffee rarely the best part of a coffee shop? In a city that leads the world in many ways, coffee isn’t one of them—and that’s okay. I still pay the $8 fee to use the fruits of their labor to plant my own, thinking, “No matter what, the caffeine still works!”
I’ll clap for myself before anybody else.
So, I energize to calm down, realizing I no longer need to lean into life. It’s in the here & now where everything belongs; and I belong to the All, and we all belong to each other. I stand up straight, moving forward with a string of non-luminous light tethered to my head. What I seek is within me, as is everything else.
Before we move further, let’s wholeheartedly express: “Nothing truly matters, and also, it all most certainly does.” As Plutarch wisely said, “We do not so much gain the knowledge of things by the words, as words by the experience of things,” maybe to get us to realize that words retroactively create our past. At the same time, our past paves the way for our future, and the building all happens in the present, just like Highway I35 in Austin, Texas.
Instead of walking on the tip of my toes, I'll walk on the tip of my tongue, fully knowing that everything I say goes—and it goes big! With that, I start to appreciate silence as the moment in which it all evolves, and sound becomes just the record. I’m tuning into Power101 and it’s playing the soundtrack for Infinite Power & Possibility at full volume through my Cosmic Boombox. What’s playing in your head?
