Category: Love

Hell Can Be Behind You

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.

Figuring it Out

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.

Where do you sit?

I prefer not to sit in the same seat all the time.

I play musical chairs, and see what I find.

And, I’ve found that most like to sit in the same seat all the time, where they’re comfortable and right.

As long as one knows where another sits, outcomes are predictable. And, unless one’s planned for a desired outcome, and anticipating the behavior of the other… we fall prey to our seat, and react as we think we should. We’re then simply faced with a new story, while remaining in the same seat; perhaps further stuck than we were before. The other’s seat may or may not have changed either. Likely not.

The Sky is Like Art

The sky is like art. We’re all looking at the same thing, but we’re all experiencing something different; seeing it differently and feeling differently about what we’re seeing. The experience is very personal and very much a thing of presence, in the moment, or lack there of.

Like a Bathroom

I politely knocked, and was met with anger.

I didn’t even know you were in there. But, there’s a door right? Closed, yes, but why I knocked. And, the space you occupied is not your own, right, which is why I was knocking right?… because I had an interest in occupying the space.

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People are more or less aware and considerate. Many are so utterly consumed with themselves… to the point they can’t see others as they (others) are and as they (others) are doing.