Jimi Thing

Jimi Thing

My words are not to sound “preachy” if they sound preached.  If my words sound “teachy” they are not to be taught.  I am not your guru- a wealth of knowledge speaking of sanskrit, of asana, of mandalas or yantras.  I do not contradict or condemn Hinduism to Buddhism; or Buddhism to Hinduism.  Rather open your eyes.  I am you.  I am a microcosm of the universe.  On all planes we exist as one.

When people ask me if I am high, I say “I am high on the highs of life, I am high on the lows of life.”

The dope I speak of is not my stash I keep in the back.  I do not hoard my cash for some hash- to find this unspeakable high that could make someone sigh singing songs of sorrow.  The dope I speak of I do not sniff, I do not snort- I breathe.

I breathe and I get high. 

I get high on this dope world we live in, the rambunctious universe that has ever going, unfathomable tales that manage to twine each and everyone’s lives together.  This world makes butterflies flutter out of my mouth, flapping ferociously words that make this world free.

But article nineteen seems unforeseen in this fogged world that says we all possess a thing called freedom.  Existing as microcosms of this universe- let your words flutter freely- passionately pushing for a life that swiftly breezes through the highs of the highs and the lows of the lows.  Open your eyes and see only beauty in everything that coexists in this universe, on all planes.

“What I want is what I’ve not got.  But what I need is all around me.  Reaching, searching never stop.  And I’ll say…”

My words are not to be preachy, are not to be teachy.

Do not contradict, do not condemn.

Get high.

Flutter with freedom and breeze through this life breathing.