Dear Sarah

Hey Sarah, it all seems so far away. I find the keys and then the car is not in the drive. So much intel, so many years knowing it all in my rearview, but not what it means in a society and world that exists on lies as its bread and butter. There is not much left to try, or is there? I move with the wind and pick up their sin. Why don't we fly, actually? My dreams have me flying all the time. Maybe MUSIC is my light and the GOD we cannot see. Finding pain a helpful thing is not an easy destiny. They come at me, and will fall, but this kind of patience is an endurance that is meditational beyond Rinpoche. I give YOU the keys and the i's will be dotted by you as you find your jail tending destiny for the infinities of that vicinity. No more doing it all, without international consequences. Thank you for being real with me.