Originally posted on Shun P.'s interactions with Mother Nature:
The cascading sounds of water flowing downstream, over the rocks on a mission. To fulfill its calling, undeterred, unhindered, unimpeded. Far be it for me to impose and take a serving of solace from this place, but I must. Being connected is toxic, draining and…
Divided loyalties – Speaking truth to myself
Life gives the contrast for appreciation, often it just requires being still, engaged in active listening. Being willing to accept what is given, regardless if it is what we want at the time. Being loyal to yourself is a concept that constantly gets lost in the realm of the esoteric. Sadly, like many of theContinue reading “Divided loyalties – Speaking truth to myself”
The art of trying
I’m trying… To live life, rather than life living me. I’m trying… To stay sane in the midst of the torrential clatter, chatter pitter, patter… The rain and thunder of insanity. I’m trying… To insulate inoculate and envelope, myself in a place… Fortified, encased… In a realm assured that I remain impervious… But, humbly openContinue reading “The art of trying”
What are we accepting?
Thinking out loud so we won’t get the answer.
Forsaken addiction
“… moon to the tides …”
Friends… How many of us have them?
What are friends. If they don’t inspire you? If they don’t reflect back what was freely given Without an expectation of a ROI. Friends are always there, their presence not predicated on when they need something, as they callously sling The painful darts of… Let me, gimme, I need, can you? As these words CutContinue reading “Friends… How many of us have them?”
