
whether we like it or not
it seems we have little choice but to return
in adulthood
to the habits taught to us in our youth
if only because they bring womb-like comfort
in an otherwise boundless world
whether we like it or not
it seems we have little choice but to return
in adulthood
to the habits taught to us in our youth
if only because they bring womb-like comfort
in an otherwise boundless world
there’s almost nothing that can’t be dissolved
by life’s steady trickle
as it falls over the illusions
we create for ourselves
~
a stiff body indicates a stiff soul
cold finders indicate a need to bring one self together
~
we’ve always been working with an iffy landscape,
of treacherous peaks and temperamental valleys
nothing we build lasts for long
~
it becomes easier to escape the noise when there is a lot of it
easier to find oneself when buried under a mountain of change and uncertainty
easier to fall off the cliffs and realize that our falls are not unsupported
~
it takes strength to pull aside the drapes to let sunlight in
it takes strength to pull aside the habit from our faces to let divinity in
but we are awfully glad that we have