What's Wealth If You Ain't Got Your Health?

Attention Wealthy Folks!

We're starting a business. Yep, you heard it here first at bennysip.com. The BEST LIFE Auditing Service For Billionaires. 

Do you have one billion dollars at your disposal? 

Would you like to feel the BEST you have ever felt? 

Would you like to have the same energy as a samurai warrior?

Would you like to be able to cast your nine - foot - five - weight fly rod in Joan Wulff style?

Would you like to access to insane one - of - a - kind killer diet and training programmes in order to unlock the libido of a Guatemalan jungle jaguar?

Would you like to relearn how to Breath, Eat, Sleep and Train properly? 

Would you like to feel alive again after all those years of feeling dead?

If you can answer yes any of the above question contact us ASAP to get on the path to becoming your BEST SELF! 

It's incredible to us, The BEST LIFE Team, your support system, how many billionaires have everything, yet still neglect the most important thing in their life! Health of course!

Because what's wealth if you ain't got your health? You heard that right! Our favourite question. What's the point of having all that cash at hand and that magnificent mansion if you ain't able to live it up and kick it in that back yard pool with an ocean view? Ever thought of that? Ahh! You silly scum bag you! Let us help you get up and after it. 

The Billionaire BEST LIFE Auditing Service (BBLAS) centres around our revolutionary 4 pillar BEST premise programme.

Breathing 

Eating 

Sleeping 

Training 

We will peer deep into every corner of your BEST LIFE and get you and your family (don't forget those little people you brought into this planet) looking and feeling the BEST EVER in no time! 

If this message resonates with you, if you feel something deep inside your BEST SELF telling you to contact us, be sure to sign up for your $1m consultation fast! Consultations are closing quickly and only a few remain!

Please note: Consultations are absolutely life - changing and cost approximately $1 million / hour. That is New Zealand dollars not US! This steal of a deal won't last long. Contact us to begin living your BEST LIFE today!

Because “What's Wealth If You Ain't Got Your Health?”

On Writing

Forever

Language

Will fail

To articulate

Convey

Explain

Portray

Even close to adequately

The human condition and experience

Essentially writing is a worthless exercise

But we must try

We must try

~ On Writing ~

On Mistakes

Making mistakes centres around the premise

That one believes in mistakes in the first place

There are no mistakes

And there are no "good mistakes"

Despite what some teachers may say

Stupid teachers say things like that

Perhaps with good intentions

Experimentation is all there is

Good, bad, whatever...

Just give it a go

Then assess

See where you are at

Try, try, try again

~ On Mistakes ~ 

A Great River You Are

Reevaluate everything you've ever known, been taught or told.

Learn everything all over again from the start but this time faster, having experienced everything the world has already thrown at you. Learning is your most valuable asset. Your biggest investment. Your greatest talent. One you have full access to at any place or time.

In all likelihood, you have lost touch with learning. But the beauty of something lost is that it only waits to be found again. Sitting dormant within all human beings is an insane capacity for learning. And for most of you, this invaluable skill, a reservoir of untapped learning potential sits still waiting to be released. Let the water run. 

The answer to accessing this untapped power? I have no answers. But perhaps a clue... yes, perhaps a clue will do.

Get curious again. Get really curious. About something. Anything will do. Preferably something you enjoy, inherently, just for the pure sake of it. Something that all of your life has been calling out to you, continually coming back to you, bothering you, an itch, that has followed you to every corner of the world. No matter where you go, it’s irritatingly waiting. Scratch it.

Perhaps it is a craft, like writing, painting, knitting, who knows what it is, anything. Allow yourself to fall in love with it, again if necessary. It's very likely you already know exactly what it is. You've known since a kid. If not, take a quick look at your hobbies. These favourite things you've disguised as past times, that if you could, you would do all the fucking time. Aim at mastery.

Then relearn what learning looks and feels like real fast. You will become addicted to it. Learning.

And then, only then, a tiny speck of light will show the way for you. Illuminating a path wide enough for you, just you, and your two feet only, moving one stride at a time. At first slowly, as a trickle. Then before you know it, flowing, as if a dam high up river has broken. You will know it when this happens because the world will open itself up for you. A massive gorge in the earth you won’t be able to ignore. And you, yes beautiful you, running through it. A great river, wild, brimming full of power, strength, grace, with great wisdom and wonder in its' waters. 

~ A Great River You Are ~

Depend Upon No One

What do I see?

I see,

So many young men and women dependent on others in order to get things done.

A generation of kids in need of permission slips in order to get after it.

A prescription script, do this, do that, do not do that, existence.

So… Show me,

Show me, the one who goes without being told, where.

Who does just because.

Who runs all out just for fun.

Who does not give a fuck.

Who is not afraid to look dumb.

The one who depends upon no one.

~ Depend Upon No One ~

The Rushing River

There is no reason for rushing ever

Just as the river never does

Because despite what is said

The river just flows

Sometimes slow and languid

Through long smooth stretches

And at others quick or fast

As a riffle or rapid

But the river does not rush

And the water is never in a hurry to get somewhere

It is not already

~ The Rushing River ~

Abandoning The Search

How often I have heard from some young person, full of zest and wonder, yearning for the world, an unmistakable enthusiasm in their eyes, the innocent and timeless words "I'm searching for my self." And I seeing something, perhaps a reflection of my former self cannot help but smile and sigh.

Of course, having known exactly how it felt to have once upon a time been young and full of zest and wonder, yearning for the world with that unmistakable light shining in my eyes. But I, I have learned that a person can run around the world 10 times over in search of something that all along rested in the palms of his or her hands.

You see, we have been told, taught to believe, that somewhere out there a higher self, the best version of ourselves, waits to be found and that we will encounter it, most likely in some discrete place, often in nature, a far away mountain top, a secret waterfall or perhaps within the walls of some old cemetery or derelict building graffitied in words of peace and harmony. So hastily, enthusiastically, we go searching for it. 

But it is not. There is not such a self, or place, or some natural sanctuary where it awaits our arrival. And as pretty or nice as it sounds, there simply is not. And despite how much I do love mountain tops and secret waterfalls and derelict tattooed abandoned buildings, these places are much more conducive for losing one's self than pursuing this thing that one already knows intimately and holds in the palms of his or her hands.

So I, I have abandoned the search having learned there is another space. A space where one loses sense of time and place, where one forgets everything all together. Because yes, yes, I have been there and perhaps you have too.

So I have decided to go there as often as able, that empty space somewhere between the white blank page and the end of my pen. Where imagination and creation have a chance to blend. And I, I lost, forget myself and everything I am or have ever pretended to be. Knowing now that I do not need to run anywhere but here.

~ Abandoning The Search ~

On Leaving And Coming Back

I’ve always said

That the leaving

Depends upon

The coming back again

And

Oh how good it feels

To return

When one has been gone for

So long

~ On Leaving And Coming Back ~

On Relearning How To Play

Somewhere along the way, I stopped playing the game. Continuing in the name of strengthening an identity I spent years building. Constantly reinforcing in the name of nothing more than looking good, the potential of fame and glory and being able to say to someone, often a complete stranger, in order to impress, “I, I am a professional athlete.”

It was all in vain and had nothing at all to do with the game itself. The game I began playing as an eight year old for fun, with my friends, for the sheer sake of it, done for nothing else aside from losing oneself in the total engagement of it all. And somewhere along they way, I simply forgot what it felt like to play. What it meant. What the game meant.

But, I do believe we can return to the game again, somewhat resembling the children we began as. The return, the coming back, of course, depends upon the having left. Fortunately or unfortunately, whatever, I had to leave the game in order to come back again. In order to remember how it felt. How it felt, to be eight years old again, playing, pretending, imagining, seeing the game through the eye’s of a kid, for what it was - a game. Something to be played. Something to be kept at arms length. Something not to be used for the sake of my own name, that perhaps once upon a time, a few complete strangers knew, but hadn’t a clue in the world as to who I really was or am, or even cared at all.

We must relearn what it feels like to play, that is if one is interested in such a thing. While we are still able. While we still can. While we still have the chance. Because one day, perhaps sooner than one expects, there will be no chance at coming back, there will be no coming back, only the having left.

~ On Relearning How To Play ~

There Is Nothing Wrong With You

There is nothing wrong with you

Just as

There is nothing right

Either

You see

Wrong depends on right

As does left

We all want direction

But let me ask you this

Which is better

Direction or directionless?

There is no point in trying to make sense

Of all this senselessness

All there is

Is experience

Begin

Quit

Fall

Rise

Again

Experiment

~ There Is Nothing Wrong With You ~

Submersion

Total immersion

Is what you

Should be searching for

As a surfer

Scours the shores

To the ends of the earth

Looking out for

The perfect wave

~ Submersion ~


1 and Only

To become

A one and only

You must be willing

To go

Where no other

Has gone before you

Where there is no one

To show you the way

~ 1 and Only ~

Roads

Wrong depends on right

And so does left

There is no correct method

No East

No West

No way of arrival

All roads lead to nowhere

In the end

~ Roads ~

Old Man

I'm searching for clues as to how I've come to be this old man

I see in the mirror

Life has written itself upon my hands and face and feet

They have all grappled long with the clock

And although weathered

They have stood the test of time

And while I may appear an old man to you

I have yet to discover any clues hiding inside

Telling me so

Just hints

Words if you will

On these hands and this face and these feet

That life has scrawled across them

From year to year

A great poem I have become

And if you peer behind these eyes inside you will find

A child

Young

Wild

Full of wonder

Curious

As to how I've come to know these hands and face and feet of an old man

With eyes that shine forth

From a place within

Where a child lives still young and more full of wonder

Than ever before

~ Old Man ~

On Coaching

You showed us

What the human being was

Capable of

Lifting the bar up

Above

Setting a standard

Higher than

I could have ever

Imagined

~ On Coaching ~

Us

Poems do not come from me

As much as they do

To me

And through me

As if they knew themselves

Way before being introduced to me

Sort of like

When two people meet for the first time

Swearing they've known each other

All along

~ Us ~


And then

All of the noise

Was gone

And for once

I could hear

The birds song

Had they been

Singing all along?

~ Bird Song ~