What if you never do anything of any importance in the world?
What if you never did anything
good?
who’s the judge and what are the rules?
I have this thing for voicing things I don’t
understand
I don’t understand the logic in this, the thought process, the end goal
the un-bothered cruelty
the
unthinking-ness
the subtly unkind
the unnecessary spite…
I try to be open to understanding, to separate ego
not to be
easily bruised
but the tightness in my jaw, gives me away
I think often of things we allow
and should
not
of things we endure and bear witness
to
of things we spend our time on
or often run away from
yesterday I come home feeling rather beaten, in spirit
(as I have been for many weeks now)
I’ve been annoyed and angered, frustrated and bothered
I feel as if a kind and peaceful self has been stomping around
in rather large and angry
boots
that really, are just not my size
and today, I am wanting
still
the softening of a day, the gentleness of love
I am sitting with a book, while the sunshine caresses the skin on the back of my hand
(as it is,
covered in small cuts and scars)
I am exhaling large sighs that feel like
a sinking
I am trying to unfurl, while leaving aside the swirl
of conversations in my head
that seem to want,
a going over
decisions to be made…
my chair becomes an island, where I can sit and listen to
the calm, cool, comforting lap of water
while gazing up at the beauty
and vastness
of a bluer than blue sky
that shines
yesterday Carrie Anne Moss brings me, “I am no longer willing to sacrifice my peace..”
and today I try to breathe this in
s-l-o-w…
because this is what I want to bring
to this world
a kind loving heart and a
peaceful spirit and mind
whether that proves to mean anything on a
larger scale
isn’t for me to know
what I do know,
is this is me
and this
is all I have…
so today, I am resting ♥