I flee whenever I sense difficulty, afraid to face my inadequacies. The walls are getting higher until I can't get any air. Maybe I should rejoice- encountering the weak points, pitch a tent & start a fire, relaxing into the wilderness. And enjoy the adventure.
Category: live
Music.
Last night searching for death, this morning drinking in life, what changes? The music, the music of trees in the wind.
Now.
Your fear is your truest friend the one that wants you to live. It will haunt your every thought unless you call it by its name. You don't need an exorcism nor a bloody priest- long as your heart keeps pounding, they will guide you to your dream.
Start sailing.
I let go of the shore now I have a canoe. Not sure where it came from. I've always been alone treading water, in warm lagoons, afraid of drowning into the unknown. Have I got a compass? Will this be enough? Doesn't matter. Go see some mermaids.
Ok.
It's OK to love this mess; the pain & disappointments. While the heart keeps a rhythm, there's a future quietly awaits.
May.
May reality be your playmate when illusions fade. May it storms when you're strong & calms when you're weak. May you find people that are your missing piece. May reverence overcome hate. May your possession be few, and your spirit be great.
Who cares.
I think I've been wrong, mistaken being weak with strong. All the judgements & indignations, yet taken no actions. There's the sense of loss, plus the rage & escapes. But why am I still here? Just to stand around? Maybe I will be happy, by chance, to help someone, anyone. It's always been an excuse, that "I felt deeply, & cared too much."
Morning.
Morning haze, golden light on chicken feathers. Golden fleece, anointed living, another day for chirping birds.
Running.
It's a wild hunt, I am the prey. Moments of my life flash like a dream. The beauties I see give me reason to flee. One more step, then I can breath. I hear the shouting ferocious & near. For a second I thought, what do I have to fear? But my legs won't slow, my heart hums so smooth. It's comically natural when I'm running from you.
Ear of the tiger.
What if we take away the fear? When people die we pat them on their backs, send them to the ever-after? Living is not a safe bet. At least make it exciting. It's not a debt to collect.
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