Paradoxical-ish, a Poem-ish
The more I know, the less I know.
Life is serious and seriously light.
Try but don’t try too hard.
Spiritual yet practical.
I am the fierce wind and the gentle brook.
Feelings are valid without being factual.
Feeling good versus believing the good.
I care by not caring.
Falling in or falling up?
Actions above words. Words are in the actions too.
One day, you will know me by the way I open a jar, put the lid pieces together, smell the contents, and carefully choose a spoon or a knife to smooth its contents out with gravity’s help. Who cares if I said I was going to do this.
What I say is for me, about me, and to me.
You are a mirror to who I am. The closest people mirror who I want to be.
I have a lot of opinions. That’s all they are.
I don’t know what the norm is- only the norm by which my filter filters. I don’t seek peace with my filter. I am peace when I detach from the attachment I have with you. I wish this was my norm.
Do not trust the pedestal I have put you on. I will pull it out from under you. I wish I would have thought to put some pillows under the pedestal.
Humility is the strongest muscle that I want.
Can I be vulnerable all the time? Can I be open minded all the time? Even though I might want that, I’m working on other stuff.
What I deserve is nothing. What I am worth is everything.
My longings long for something that I already have within me.
I love my pain, but something woke me up and drug me to fruitful work.
The world is so loud by what we are not saying.
The limits of what I take in are different than the limits I put out.
My dark side is right next to my light side.
The more I hear you speak, the less I want to hear. The more I hear you speak, the more I want to hear.
The more I speak, the less I want to speak.
