Within the lines
Places that bound up in my mind are that of lost scenes. There I am standing in the midst of this purple mass wave and nothing really makes any sense. Then there is this knocking on my back that presses me forward and yet I am super glued to the floor. Unable to move until I realize that I can untie my shoes.
The sensible motion is to draw back the mind, the memories to consult where I went to recover this moment. Strangely enough it all deals with cotton candy and that of laughter. Purple feathers and stuffed animals. And that constant knocking isn't really a form of nudging my that of my mind triggering the fall that eliminated all but a joke in mud.
Then the smile sits wonderfully across my face. Indeed the quirky bits of the past that are only defined, now, by reels going way too fast. Certainly I am noting the constant blown moments but not harmed by them anymore. I hold my own now.
In truth I thought it would take much longer than this but I have noticed much about who I am in these last few years. I have fallen and then rose. Only to fall back down again. Then the joy in finding peace that was long gone. As now, I travel to calming places. One by one the requirements I once had have left my necessity lists.
Sure I still have standards, morals. My only difference is that now I am letting the calm and patience in the trials overtake as I lean more into the pursuit of reality. Yes, I am still a dreamer. I still have goals and am achieving and replacing.
Though right now most of the bits are pushed aside. The grandness is just taking one step at a time. Learning. Listening. Then a grand purchase of righteousness will follow. Yet I don't pretend to predict anything. I just listen to the gut and hope.
Prayer is something that I say on occasion and have put through as tears and interior talks. Silence.
Staying within the lines of those reels rapidly advancing my mind from haziness to clarity, I apply what is necessary to get to the next step. What though is the options I am given? Plenty. Though the research to pursue and choose, now that is question.
Then I sit here inhaling the eucalyptus and smoothing out the ripples being heard throughout the soul. Soon the spirit within me will soar. Though I still have many changes to pursue. Steps I am taking, baby steps at a time.
Grateful. Are you?
The sensible motion is to draw back the mind, the memories to consult where I went to recover this moment. Strangely enough it all deals with cotton candy and that of laughter. Purple feathers and stuffed animals. And that constant knocking isn't really a form of nudging my that of my mind triggering the fall that eliminated all but a joke in mud.
Then the smile sits wonderfully across my face. Indeed the quirky bits of the past that are only defined, now, by reels going way too fast. Certainly I am noting the constant blown moments but not harmed by them anymore. I hold my own now.
In truth I thought it would take much longer than this but I have noticed much about who I am in these last few years. I have fallen and then rose. Only to fall back down again. Then the joy in finding peace that was long gone. As now, I travel to calming places. One by one the requirements I once had have left my necessity lists.
Sure I still have standards, morals. My only difference is that now I am letting the calm and patience in the trials overtake as I lean more into the pursuit of reality. Yes, I am still a dreamer. I still have goals and am achieving and replacing.
Though right now most of the bits are pushed aside. The grandness is just taking one step at a time. Learning. Listening. Then a grand purchase of righteousness will follow. Yet I don't pretend to predict anything. I just listen to the gut and hope.
Prayer is something that I say on occasion and have put through as tears and interior talks. Silence.
Staying within the lines of those reels rapidly advancing my mind from haziness to clarity, I apply what is necessary to get to the next step. What though is the options I am given? Plenty. Though the research to pursue and choose, now that is question.
Then I sit here inhaling the eucalyptus and smoothing out the ripples being heard throughout the soul. Soon the spirit within me will soar. Though I still have many changes to pursue. Steps I am taking, baby steps at a time.
Grateful. Are you?
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