I’m back Here from There
I’m going to retreat; It’s the only way forward.
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Out there is a world / I can choose to inhabit;
I hear the cardinal whistling in my morn / And wonder what he’s thinking as he sings
For me, “luck” falls into a bucket of words I find generally unhelpful, like “blessed”, “fated”, “chance”, “good fortune” and the like. They are all words that remove most, if not all, sense of self-determination and/or the fact that sometimes things just “happen”, both good and bad.
Another week / winds / down.
I liked to think I Knew It All / The Knowing only takes half-way
I gasped, agog, at the gaping maw / Ready to swallow me whole
No matter what the digits say / If I don’t Write, day goes astray
The unexamined life is not worth living, / And Life Uncovered – Hidden – Unforgiving.
This shall be a wee post.
This is one of those times.
Am I a fake – a fraud without a prayer? Or am I finally down to plain old me?
Still waters run deep; as it is with those who paddle silently upon them.
I once had a therapist who said dreams mean nothing – just nocturnal synaptic activity as our brain filters and sorts our waking activity.
I wake to see the chrysalis transluce