I wrote this August 2012:
These waves are like shelves.
These waves are like shelves.
When they break against the shore.
Their books fall by the wayside.
Here they are, floating back to sea
See you and me in the waves?
We are free as we will ever be.
Dancing in the rain without hostility.
Accepting the truth, each droplet
Each droplet a seed to spend
The moon's love
The sun's heart
The earth's soul
Each droplet a seed to spend
No matter how it dispenses
No matter what tense
We're living in.
See you and me in the waves?
We're floating through time and space.
Nibbling our bodies, the creatures
Take each bite with grace
No matter how it dispenses
No matter what tense
We're living in
the present
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Little girl. This little girl she awoke with trepidation. Her frightened outlook hindered her ability to perform everyday activities. When she went to work, when she went to the store, when she hung out with friends, they said, "Are you sure that nothing is bothering you?" "Something is always bothering me", she hastily replied. In her mind she saw typewritten text. She remembered a dream that she had where she was typing a story. She was writing in her mind while she was dreaming, and she was writing in her mind when she was not dreaming. Completely shut out from the world, just living aimlessly wondering where she was. If you asked her, "Do you know what it means...to be present?" She would say, "I'm only present when I think about it. I have to really think about what it means to be here." "Are you an alien? Who are you?" Once again, she would look inside of her head. Oh, there it was a dream about an alien. Where did she see it? She saw it outside of a window. Then someone would say something and pull her back into their reality. Wait, that reality isn't mine. Dreams are her reality because that is where she feels most like herself. That is where she lives. She didn't realize that other people do not live that way. Other people are living in reality and they feel that their lives are real. She feels differently. She sees life as a story, unfolded in her mind, a map almost lying in front of her waiting to be traveled. Traveling from future to past to present, her memories are muddled by her many previous selves. Maybe this is a selfish way for her to be. Who is really to say whether it is or it isn't when so many of those people that pass judgment do not realize that life is greater than you can imagine. Life is not a one time event. Life evolves, and you may be here one day, and the next you may not be here, but you may be back again. You may be back again and even know that you have been here before, and all of what you thought was important was trivial. So maybe this little girl should embrace her life, live without the daunting fear of mental stress, and continue to live in her dreams.
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Little girl. This little girl she awoke with trepidation. Her frightened outlook hindered her ability to perform everyday activities. When she went to work, when she went to the store, when she hung out with friends, they said, "Are you sure that nothing is bothering you?" "Something is always bothering me", she hastily replied. In her mind she saw typewritten text. She remembered a dream that she had where she was typing a story. She was writing in her mind while she was dreaming, and she was writing in her mind when she was not dreaming. Completely shut out from the world, just living aimlessly wondering where she was. If you asked her, "Do you know what it means...to be present?" She would say, "I'm only present when I think about it. I have to really think about what it means to be here." "Are you an alien? Who are you?" Once again, she would look inside of her head. Oh, there it was a dream about an alien. Where did she see it? She saw it outside of a window. Then someone would say something and pull her back into their reality. Wait, that reality isn't mine. Dreams are her reality because that is where she feels most like herself. That is where she lives. She didn't realize that other people do not live that way. Other people are living in reality and they feel that their lives are real. She feels differently. She sees life as a story, unfolded in her mind, a map almost lying in front of her waiting to be traveled. Traveling from future to past to present, her memories are muddled by her many previous selves. Maybe this is a selfish way for her to be. Who is really to say whether it is or it isn't when so many of those people that pass judgment do not realize that life is greater than you can imagine. Life is not a one time event. Life evolves, and you may be here one day, and the next you may not be here, but you may be back again. You may be back again and even know that you have been here before, and all of what you thought was important was trivial. So maybe this little girl should embrace her life, live without the daunting fear of mental stress, and continue to live in her dreams.
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