Let it go

Let’s let go from the get go.
Let go let God.
Let it go.
Leave it alone.
Let it pass.
Let it be.
Laissez-faire.
C’est la vie.
What’s done is done.
Hang up on it.
Land the plane.
Don’t get on that train.
The bus has already left.
This too shall pass.
Shake it off.
Cut your losses.
Bust loose.
Break free.
It’s water under the bridge.
What goes around comes around.
Go around.
Get over it.
Get it together.
Get a grip.
Get moving.
Keep moving.
Move on.
Move forward.
Forward.
March.
Give it a rest.
Stop.
Drop it.
Squash it.
Release.
Please.
Relax.
Spilled water cannot be poured back.
Don’t look back.
Enough if enough.
Stand down.
Stay still.
Be quiet.
Quit dwelling.
Yield.
Forget it.
Forgive it.
Right now.
As is.
You will be given back the years that the locusts have taken.

-Buddy Wakefield

"I know the nights you believed someone would come for you,
take you out of here,
when the weight of those empty pockets and your ugly reflection
are holes through the grip they told you to get
while you were being pulled under."

Buddy Wakefield, Healing Herman Hesse (via allcameundonethemomentyoumeantit)

(Source: allcameundonethemomentyoumeantit)

"

Tell me that when these swing set chains untie themselves from my arms
I won’t just point at my chest and say no one lives here.

Tell me my heart beats a war drum

"

Buddy Wakefield, “When The Train Came”

(Source: howtoleavetheozarks)

"

Wow, so here it is. We’re born, and it wasn’t a tragedy. That miracle of life that happens every 7, 11 seconds. Everybody’s pretty stoked about it generally, I mean there’s always a few jealous folks, but…ultimately, it was no tragedy when you were born. That’s why we’re all here, I hope we can agree on that, we were born. If you’re a philosophy major, fuck off.

On the other end of the spectrum is death. That’s the exciting part. It’s learning how to live for a living, there’s the tricky bitch. But death, ultimately, in and of itself, not a tragedy. I’m not here to diminish or devalue or demean any valid grieving process you may be going through about the loss of a loved one currently, that’s not why I’m here. What I’m saying, I know that what you experienced with that person was real and the moments were real and love was real and the laughter was real and the family and the friendship…that was all real and true and the only thing left is the attachment your ego has placed on it that hasn’t dissolved yet. But ultimately when we rise above it, death is no tragedy and what I wanna invite you to do here, aside from maybe participating in your existence, is to contribute to psychological evolution just a little bit. I know those two words are kinda scary for some folks that have been planting bad seeds in their minds, but they’re valid words nonetheless, but contribute to psychological evolution and stop making everything such a fucking tragedy. You don’t have to wait for an 8.9 or Katrina to happen to go check in on your neighbour and see how they’re doing. That’s something you can do every day. You can wake up with a different attitude every day. You don’t have to turn on all those social media outlets feeding you bullshit like Jersey Shores…demeaning your existence. It’s just silly. If you think the end of the world is coming, well, who’s responsible? Check your head. Tragedy addicts.I know I’m not preaching to the choir. I could stand using a practice myself.

And between it, oftentimes what happens is, in between the birth and death, and the pursuit for happiness, most of us, a lot of us, maybe all of us, looking for love, a little happiness, joy, safety, comfort…I don’t care what you wanna call it. And oftentimes in that pursuit, one person falls in love with another person, and it’s not reciprocated, and the person who loves the most feels like they’re at the mercy of the person who loves the least. And it causes this person to sit on the edge of their bed with the wind knocked out of their heart for weeks or even months at a time, dealing with the knife fight in their ego, and the rejection, that all consuming nature, that feeling…if you’re in it right now, if you’re in the sticky tar pit of it, in the thick of it, and you’re tired of beating around the bush and bullshitting about it, I want you to ask it, for the next four minutes at least, maybe for the next four days or four weeks, or maybe for the rest of your life, ask it to have a seat next to you, so you can see things for what they are. Clearly. And it doesn’t consume you anymore. I know you’re fixated right now, I know you’re a little bit rejected…you gotta let go of the notion that it’s a tragedy when someone doesn’t love you back. You don’t give love to get love. You give love to become love.

"

Buddy Wakefield, in a preamble to “Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars”.

(Source: thisconnected)

"There are massive stacks of bad choices in my backyard, and clearly I have not yet reached enlightenment for more than a few fleeting moments —but I’m trying."

Buddy Wakefield

Amplified Stillness

I choose to end the compulsive habit of thinking and speaking insecurities. There are not my insecurities. They were habitual thoughts passed down to me. The foundation I’ve lain for myself is noble and true of heart and must be treated as such, with compassion and clarity.

I choose to be quiet and let forthcoming answers reveal themselves without manipulation. The hyper intellectualization, wordiness, passion and superlatives (which have often driven the engine in my ego) serve to fuel distortions of a happy life, or burn up happiness altogether. I choose to not put another log on that fire.

I choose patience under pressure.

I choose to stay present, to unlearn how to unlove, to love, and to practice my worthiness of it.

I choose equanimity.

I breathe deep into the center of my heart.

I surround myself with friends and professionals achieving like-minded success.

I am led to consistently speak with good purpose, react as a gentleman, not instigating or projecting any foul thing, and to not internalize the negativity of others so that my presence is constantly powered by goodwill and grace. Lead me to right choices and right action, not to participate in any lies about love, and to leave helpful writing on the wall so that I might pull the next one up. Lead me to pull the next one up with real peace in my spirit, humor in my peace, and this spinal cord I bummed off a cephalopod. Jus’ kiddin’, cephalopods don’t have spinal cords. They are bilaterally symmetrical though, and they collectively possess nearly every super power known to man, including shape-shifting, pseudo-morphing and possible teleportation.

I choose to savor this moment.

I choose ending knee-jerk reactions to that which I deem negative, including parking enforcement, cilantro and the back-up beep on  commercial vehicles. For that matter, there is no need to knee-jerk-react to the positives either. Enjoying them is enough.

I choose an unassuming nature.

I choose to be held accountable.

Thank you for the bast experiences with which this life has built me.
I am thankful for what is being built.
I know it to be a fine building.
It does not stand in vain
even when it’s riddled with mirrors.

Thank yo for the Serenity Prayer, and the courage to follow through with right action, with listening, with learning and with stillness.

I choose to release my hope for a beter past, to discontinue boasting past glories, and to not justify any poor choice with having lived a hard life.

I choose to speak with kindness and acceptance, even to myself.

I choose to be unapologetic for healthy living.

I choose to be unapologetic for living.

I choose to politely ask myself to step aside if I am in my own way. If I do not get out of my own way, I choose to call a friend who will have me removed.

I choose to observe how I may best serve today, and then do so.
I choose to better understand service and to live less selfishly.
I choose the nature of giving not greed, stability not desperation, safe passage as opposed to craving and clinging.

I witness gifts in the lives around me.

You really are incredible, ya know.
Good gravy just look at ya.

I choose big me big you.

I choose chin up, best foot forward, stick my landings.

I choose a safe place to land.

I choose feeding myself joy over beating myself up.

I choose not to beat myself up if I trail off course, rather, gently redirect my breath so that these standards I’ve accepted for myself are not buried under any unnecessary weight of any perceived shortcoming.

“I choose to not let come out of my mouth that which would contradict the blessing that is happening with my life.” - Michael Bernard Beckwith

I’m giving myself a break.
Enough.
I choose to be enough.
No more ten thousand hours of more more more.
Not by force.
This work will not save me.
I release me.
Go and have some fun.
I’ve spent so much energy becoming better.
I choose to now live with the better, to yield to the better, to show you the better, and to let the rest unfold.
I will show up every day.
My failures have led to successes.
It is a time for practicing these successes, and for rest, and for clear reception.

I may make no decision based on panic. 

Lead me away from telling lies, exaggerating truths, bragging, or manipulating people’s perceptions of me. These are disservices to my practice.

I choose to breathe all known and forthcoming truths at once, deeply and consistently, inhaling and exhaling reassurance and understanding, joy and equanimity, wonderment and revelation, acceptance and integrity, commitment and flexibility, balance and ownership, staying present with the moment, observing my environment, yielding to all that is.

And when I do not do all of these things forever without fail, may I be banished to an unforgiving lake of lava shit for the devil’s fat eternity.

…Or, treat myself to a good meal, some sound sleep, and another deep breath.

…Or, call Mom, tell her what’s goin’ on, and agree with anything she might say just to know that I have a mother.

I release my need to be right.
I know that this is the key to living life as is.
I choose as is.
Let God be God.
And let me be still
until thy will is revealed.

Nothing is against me.

-Buddy Wakefield

Let It Go.

rapid-obsuccession:

Let’s let go from the get go.
Let go let God.
Let it go.
Leave it alone.
Let it pass.
Let it be.
Laissez-faire.
C’est la vie.
What’s done is done.
Hang up on it.
Land the plane.
Don’t get on that train.
The bus has already left.
This too shall pass.
Shake it off.
Cut your losses.
Bust loose.
Break free.
It’s water under the bridge.
What comes around goes around.
Go around.
Get over it.
Get it together.
Get a grip.
Get moving.
Keep moving.
Move on.
Move forward.
Forward.
March.
Give it a rest.
Stop.
Drop it.
Squash it.
Release.
Please.
Relax.
Spilled water cannot be poured back.
Don’t look back.
Enough is enough.
Stand down.
Stay still.
Be quiet.
Quit dwelling.
Yield.
Forget it.
Forgive it.
Right now.
As is.
You will be given back the years that the locusts have taken. 

-Buddy Wakefield

(Source: onelinewondr)

"If we really do get what we give,
then I give up,
so I can get up."

Buddy Wakefield
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Got my first tattoo today. I’ll put up a better photo later. “Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.” Buddy Wakefield - The Information Man Tattoo by Ryan Dehart at Bombshell Tattoo.

My first tattoo is in two weeks.

I am so excited about it.

"Repeat after me with your heart: I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself. Make love to me, like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did-go slow. I’m new to this."

Buddy Wakefield

"They say laughter is the best medicine
So I wrapped my arms up in a swing set chains
just to see if I still have funny bones
I do.
They’re aching now.
Like a foot
lost to a trap"

Buddy Wakefield (Live for a Living)

(via arsenalhearted)

Buddy Wakefield // Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars (Hope is Not a Course of Action)

This man speaks the truth with more clarity than anyone. I wish I knew how many times I’ve listened to this poem. If you’ve never listened to it before, please do. Here is the video if you want to see him perform it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHX3qtJlmdU

(Source: seeyouontheradio)

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

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