pm meditations

stop worrying so much about delivery. the point is that the package does get there. it is received. regardless of what shape it's in when it arrives. nothing is resolved. nothing gets resolved. just devoured. it's just like sugar, floating around in a tall glass of southern sweet tea, it never settles, and that's okay. it's more than okay. if it were to ever settle, that tea would be bad. the sugar is there to restlessly wander the glass, forever to drift through the caramel brown abyss, sweetening the taste for any lucky whoareyou who happens to sip from it. that's all anyone can do, and i don't think any of us can rightfully ask for anything more from anyone. all we can do is write it down, sing it, raving mad and feverish, and hope that there are some ears to receive it. to speak with as much intent as a traffic ticket, as much purpose as a natural spring, and as unambiguous as a blue sky, i think, is the only way we can know that we've done everything we can do. just throw it out, but do it with intent, purpose, and clarity. delivery is perception.