Put down your foot,
You will,
The ripple that ensues –
Only one of very many.
Put down your foot,
You will,
The ripple that ensues –
Only one of very many.
Left to your own devices,
Left to yourself,
No proverbial race,
No race barriers,
What is it that you would do –
Dear,
What is it that that you would indulge in,
When you’re empty,
And yet so full.
Left to your own devices,
What is it that you would do,
What is that you would explore,
In the deepest crevices of your mind,
In the entryway to your psyche,
In the rambling mish-mash of your beautiful, twisted thoughts.
What is it that you would set alight, if you could,
What is it that you would look at, with wonder, and with delirious fancy,
What is that you would give wings to, in the burning territories of your feudal lands,
What is it, in the dark, wonderful, seething corners of your mind,
Would you, dare if you could, make sweet, sweet love to.
All the maybe-wondrous possibilities,
All the could-have-beens,
All the positively-worth-exploring,
Rest, and rest some more.
And all those unspoken thoughts and intentions,
The beauty of them,
Drowned by incessant chatter,
Resurface, when given a chance.
The giver,
The one who gives too much
The one who has too much to give
Lies curled up in a corner
‘Cuz all he ever wanted
Was to be given the same amount.
You are merely a manifestation of life, of energy, of spirit. That’s all you really are.
You got three choices –
The world exists so that it can watch you giving yourself meaning and purpose. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Don’t ever take yourself too seriously or worry about every single thing you’ve done. Your decisions are more or less left to chance, and what you’ve made your mind up for, at the moment, is what you’ve made your mind up for. They weren’t anymore in your control than they had been.
We are but, merely, creatures of existence, with no sole or bigger purpose. We are all too small in the world. We can only make use of what existence has provided us with, and seek divinity and blessing in that. That is the ulterior purpose of life.
Healing –
May your pain humble you,
And put you on a path,
Where you find comfort and solace,
In life around you.
“Keep at it”, they said.
“You’ll get somewhere”, they said.
As thoughts and feelings began to take over,
It was as if someone had just hit Restart.