there are some things that don’t deserve a ‘tell all’
and a person can’t simply tell ‘all’
but all that is told,
will tell ‘All’-
the story of who you are-
no one will assume omissions
only you will know
if ‘all’ that was storied-
told your ‘all’
and,
if there is more to you
and that story told,
is ‘all’ you are
or
if it tells nothing at ‘all’
Spirit
The Trouble My Questions Threaten
why are questions so threatening?
there’s so many threats I want to ask?
so many deeply personal threats
if a question is threatening, then why should it obey lines
all threats cross lines
or threaten to
and I am a threat!
a proud one
because even the light cheers in the dark
although the dark writhes in anguish from lights intrusion
light never asks
at least I do
if I’m able to see, I should be able to inquire
if my mind constantly wonders, I shouldn’t allow it to wander
it needs to know
IIIIIIIIIYIY YIY YIYYY need to know!
things that go unasked, go unknown
and so to, direction
who taught you to be so private?
what made you so repressive and suppressive?
who, or what, taught you to be so secretive and guarded?
my questions threaten you, but your fear of answers oppress me!
what created those fears of giving and receiving answers?
answers help you as well as the asker
when you say it, you give power to it
why take away or limit a power you have?
what goes in, must come out
but contrary to belief,
what goes out, creates for more to come in
you are never too full
and what you give, you don’t lose
it gives back
holding onto what’s limitless-
as if it is limited-
limits life
exposure is a key aspect of both life and growth
all things must come to, and know light
exposure, with composure that is
questions are simple, but received with complexity
I am simply complex, I suppose
well I have a simply complex threat to ask,
why is the runner, rewarded
and the seeker, punished?
Plans Forwarded, Moved Backwards
I have to unlearn,
what I unlearned
and re-learn,
what I tried forgetting
and then learn on the go,
what I have yet to have learned
even when places stay the same
faces change, people change
and so I must change
just to keep up
or I’ll be kept down
and stepped on
Unrecognizable
they are dead
what they once were
they are no longer
so tell me
if a glow fades
if the sun shades
if a light dims into darkness
can it ever know,
and find light again
or will it forever be in the shadows-
clawing and nipping at the edges-
of what they once were,
who they once were
and how they once shined
never again seeing themselves in the light
Asking for me, but answer for you
how often do you take time to question your “why’s”
is it questions, or answers, which make you wise?
who are you?
why are you?
what are you?
when are you?
where are you?
how are you?
are you growing to become?
are you becoming to adapt?
are you adapting and became?
or have you become your growth?
will you let it be what it shall?
or shall it be what it is?
yea yea I know, I get it
all these questions got you going in circles
but not knowing your own answers-
has always had you living in circles
and I get that “too” many questions,
can get “too” confusing
but honestly,
I’m confused by people that don’t ask enough…questions
As it SEEms
several merchants
and a beggar
each holding something in their hand
besides the beggar
their palms upturned as if they were bearing gifts
but the beggar
and yet they all had something to sell
but the beggar
feeling the need to make myself look better
I went to give to the beggar
but he said “look closer,
my hand is not empty- you are.
I don’t need anything,
for I have everything inside of my hand
and I feel its very weight even now
can’t you see?”
what I understood right then was
ego is ignorant
perception isn’t everything
money buys things,
but answers nothing
and in physics, “displacement” would venture-
him having the whole world in his hand