When I write all of this down,
on a document of such size,
I grasp what’s not there,
in word bubbles and murmured speech,
colors from cubicled cartoons leak,
like busted pipes at Winter’s mercy,
on position paper,
or a paper positioned?
I can pick through resonance,
with psychokinetic strategy,
forming solutions to melodramatic stakes,
an island inclined to the lord of larvae and flies,
political policies divide,
as always one strives,
for peace once contrived,
petty peeves and personal squabbles,
thrown to the wolves,
as directive shapes in pen.
“The best fighter is never angry.” ― Lao Tzu
“Spirituality is not to be learned by flight from the world, or by running away from things, or by turning solitary and going apart from the world. Rather, we must learn an inner solitude wherever or with whomsoever, we may be. We must learn to penetrate things and find God there.” ― Meister Eckhart
In recent weeks, amidst melodrama and domestic trifles, I learned something so simple yet too important. Everything I am looking for
Everything I am looking for is within.
I honestly thought to move away from what I knew and starting again (in a sense) would suspend my overly nourished fear and sense of shame. Fortunately, I was wrong about everything. My friends are still ever-present; it took time but they reached out. My coworkers and new allies see the good in me I thought long dead.
The funniest fact (to me) is where realization came from… Kung Fu Panda 2.
Smh… lol… I know.
If you have seen it, Po is prompted by his master to seek inner peace in order to advance his training (and to ultimately better himself). What he doesn’t know is the enemy who awaits him is responsible for the greatest tragedy of his life; a prophecy unfolds and no matter how much adversity the protagonist faces, he never stops believing in himself or a positive outcome.
Anyway, this made me aware of my own struggles and how a change in attitude and approach could transform that. I feel as though I have been clogged up spiritually like my insides have dirt and grime in each and every crevice. After years of settling, I think I’m done.
Before and since I’ve been on a personal mission, one which seems like it has gone on past the five requisite seasons. Despite adversity, I cannot be thankful enough for that next breath. I may not know what to exactly do with them, but it doesn’t mean I don’t acknowledge their value. Sometimes the light is so bright not even cynicism can darken life’s doors…
Hopefully, a little writing, music, and meditation are steps in the right direction.
Bye for now, KS.
in my equal emotion,
when transmission is not enough.
I play with font sizes until I break it up,
I break it.
rip it to pieces in front of you,
I love your ambient existence,
a spirit designed Ready Earned Means,
what a malfunction, in funk and time…
vibration and power,
science and sound.
I want to hear you…up,
houses are on fire,
respecting reciprocity I gaze,
like eyes being born,
to the glow of Venus’ silent sovereign seed,
and she breathed into me,
deep while fiery fierce,
swimming into caged ethereal,
an unrequited heart lost,
in contest to itself,
in pained principle….and civil rule,
we love the days of her Planet,
to the light outside the cask.