We seek the eternal
But can't wait for this moment to be over...
That we pull- that tugs on something deep and down below.
...the journey is the gift * the prize is the path...
But would I have to give up my gold anklet with the jingly bell if I were to become a monk?
I asked. He laughed.
Pulled on something like an undigested piece of meat.
Let go! I cry out... Let go!!
To you. To him. To me.
But it's so easy
We tell the many me's that hover and quiver in fear...
Just swap the 'C' and the 'A'
You see, ay?
It's almost SACRED to be SCARED... And that's okay.
But we must trust. It's trust or bust
For us who windy wanderlust...
I listen to the wind. To the wind of my soul...
My soul has wind. My spirit weather.
When it's dark and stormy my eyes still have starlight.
Why do we close our eyes when we kiss and sing and dream?
I heard someone ask that and I let mr. Jung answer from the grave - His words eternal.
His words eternal.
Will my words be eternal?
For that's what we seek, right?
So maybe writing now is my future legacy
I'll leave behind.
And for now
I'll slip into something more comfortable and be present in the