Here to write, for right, and to paint pictures for you. True layers; impressions; confessions, to open us up. For you.
See. We’re not bad. Sad though the way we’re behaving. An act. A fact, and if you can see it, you can be beyond the BS. Then rest, and dream big, knowing life and the fight and the let-go and it slows down, to the moment. Shown it, the parts are clear. It’s black and white, but golden. Now, you’re not holdin. It flows through you.
So you shape. Shift. With. It. Accepting. Observing. Absurdity…. is what we carry, from there to here. Hear it. Now. Clearer and clearer.
It’s the bell. And hell will be behind you.
You’ve known. The chime that comes and goes. That distant sound that calls just you.
If we can just be people together; human beings. Being, the right way.
We’ve heard, Human “Being” vs human doing.
It’s the doing part that fucks things up; our behavior. There is a right way to be. And, for things to be right, we must be able to admit our part objectively and to our mistakes, and face what is, and what is is that we’re all human beings; here together. Or, we should be, and if we’re not then we’re separated by stories; two sides opposed; at odds about the way things should be. Things. Situations. Stuff.
We all have more or less appreciation, at any given time, for life and for others. We’re all constantly moving from one encounter to another. How mindful we are and how true we are to ourselves and what light we hold ourselves and others in is very important.
Conflict and arguments happen when there is disagreement about what is and the way things should be. It’s nice when both sides can find common ground. After all, we share common ground. Most just can’t see it for what it is.
No one puts me in my place. I am where I am, and i can admit to myself when I’m lost. Those thinking they’re doing so just let it be known where they stand. More often than not they’re revealing their own ignorance.
I had no idea
The number of weeds
In my yard.
Don’t know how many I’ve picked,
Nor how many are left,
But, boy, there’s a shit ton of weeds.