parasitic entities aside i can suspend
in the 'lose my grip with reality' space,
paralyzed and agoraphobic by growing
suspicions of slippery empathy deepen.
To have this hurt and shame stinking on me
like a thick slimy alien. definitely screaming
like an alien, some of the time.
what i am wondering is...can we all admit that
we do not know what we are doing?
my friend Levi shrugs 'i don't know what i'm doing!'
'i make it up as i go!'
he comes from a long line of creators
as do we all
as the new year approaches, i reflect
on the year before and the year yet to materialize.
i consider new kriyas and practices for my sadhana.
i make scary commitments to maximize my awesomeness.
i close several doors behind me to believe in something more present.
i sing silly songs and scats to be more musically intelligent.
i get real about adult things, responsibility things, and have gradually
notice myself less triggered, less upset and shut down,
less caring what people think.
ego thinks 'it's already at it's peak', but with age
it keeps happening ever gradually,
ha- i still surprise myself at times.
a boon for any wordsmith's future outlook.
Love Your Weird
