Think Less. Feel More.

I’m thinking about, Think less. Feel more. And, I’m thinking about this along with the idea of self awareness. Self awareness in terms of what comes out of our mouths.

In any given situation, work or home… think before you speak, and ask yourself, Can I find the answer on my own? Do I know the answer? Does this person want to hear what I have to say? Did they ask for my thoughts or opinion? And, are the words that I will speak coming from a good place? Am I seeing this person in a positive light? Are the words that I have in mind kind?

With these thoughts I surmise, there’s too much talking, and too much thinking. Too many unnecessary comments and conversations.

Think less. Feel more, and I believe we’ll find a better head space. Better perspective… and kinder words.

Help Me Help You

Is it Rude to Conclude, you’re-unwilling-to-change?

That your head’s very-much-in-the-Sand?

If not, may we talk? I’m talking simple debate.

I’m just wanting to Understand.

Can’t you see that I care? In your interest, I’m here.

I can see that you’re set in your Way.

But, give me a chance. I’m suggesting, more-time;

A gift for the taking, Today.

How to be Going Forward

In a way
That weighs,
I’m in the way.
Encroaching on space
Of others.

I consider my place.
I’m mindful of others.
But I’m often not what they want.

Expectations of me.
Some i can’t see.
Some others, i disagree (with).

So, what should I do,
But fight-through these things,
And Stand-for what i am about?

Just being here, or just walking by you, can insight the deepest of fear. I can cause you to flee; your reaction to me. You may listen, but my truth you can’t hear.

Through The Fire

If we only knew
How it was
And can be
We would see
What I’ve seen
And I know.
And, i know
It-can be-better
Right here and right now
Is forever
And Heaven is here
But it’s fear
That keeps us from there
As we stare
And believe
This is something it’s not
Is hell
Here on earth
Is the way it will stay
Til we change.

So close
Yet so far
We dont know
Where we are
But the fire
Will clean us
As long as we need it
Til we-have come through it.
It’s backwards
Yet progress.
We’re moving towards light
Then we’ll see…

What we couldn’t.

As Far as You Know

In and out of my head.
In and out of the past.
In and out of the moment.
Member of your cast.

If you want the best of me,
You’ve got to let me be.
You don’t know what you want,
But I can help you see.

But focus is on you.
You must adjust your sight.
It’s just a thing that happens,
For those who’re living right.

It comes with letting go,
Of control; that which you hold.
You’re wired but you don’t know it.
You do how you were told.

Taught to see a certain way,
But there’s much more to see.
Awareness has the answers.
Observation is the key.

Just noticing what is.
And, being thankful you are here.
Imagine you’re a captain.
You’ve a boat that you must steer.

And, the weather’s changing constantly.
Some days there will be storms.
Calm waters will not last.
Roses have their thorns.

He said that we are “Stiff Necked”,
Which is to say, we stare.
What is it that you’re minding?
Move on, That is my dare.

Move on.

Luck

How alone he must feel
To leave his wife via text;
Scared to face her
And of what comes next.

He simply shares
That he wants out.
His story is one
Of weakness and doubt.

That-he-can’t-handle the weight
As husband and dad
While working a job.
Ain’t that so sad.

Poor little guy.
Let’s give him some space.
He needs time for himself.
He needs his own place.

Because then he’ll find “Happy”.
I’m teasing of course.
As, WE wonder what’s up.
What’s the real source?

Another woman? A man?
What is his plan?
Mid life crisis?
The guy up and ran!

So, we’ll wait and see
If there’s something he’s hiding.
The truth will come out.
He and karma colliding.

Boy oh Boy

And so the next time I-passed-by
I gave her more distance.
And she stayed where she was.

The first time, i ran her off,
And I saw that she was uncomfortable;
That I’d encroached on her space.

Did she see me as just passing by,
On a well worn path,
That I walk every day?

Did she feel threatened?
Did she blame me for it?
Or, did she simply react
Without judgment?

I’m not sure that others are so thoughtful and considerate;
Like I find myself in other people’s world; a nuisance and someone to point the finger at, as if I’m always walking on eggshells and the one taking the high road; like others are entitled to behave like children; like growing up has meant something entirely different to me.