wind and whispers
Locked away. Toss the key. Look beyond the gated windows. Search for the land where life is glorious.
That is where I will be. Seeking the defined lines between past and present. Relying only on the real and the touchable. A dream can waver. A mind can shatter. Yet the heart can be tricky but the instincts can lead and slice through thickness.
In these times I thought being silent, locked away was easier than breathing, living. Oh how wrong I was. Currently am as well. As I sit here reminding myself, even chiding in tones too, I am still a work in progress. Always a teachable, reachable child if necessity arises.
Yet are there any willing to address this child in me? As I taunt the idea that fewer people are willing to educate me, I am well capable of understanding the complexity I give off. The paradox that oozes from my pores.
As though I could help the difference in a non communicative tone. Even more is the pressured expectation of being lenient in the aspects others assessments of me. Sure I do need to grow but I don't need to cut limbs off to achieve the peace that is necessary to find the calm.
Perhaps, to those trying to "change" me those signs are considered stubborn or prideful. Yet to truthfully dig into me and be able to understand where I come from, you have to consider being open to so many pieces of a spectrum. As most I have approached are very closed in their ideas of who I am and how to reach me via information.
In that aspect I feel great sorrow for them. And my lessons get halted for the simple reason they deem me unteachable. That is a sadness I feel for so many these days. Not in the explanation that I am egotistical. By far no. I am just making the reality blaze throughout the world, I am just a complex person and other people's perceptions of me are only skin deep. None even touch the real me.
And to that, the understanding of me get overlooked. A great kind of sadness and bleakness overrun the ways of life. Yet even in the midst of all this craziness I am capable of forgiveness. Who agrees to disagree to just avoid complications?
Do you? I know I do just to help the observer not discriminate their decisions via some sort of gossip or hearsay they may have been enticed to believe. True or not its best to be on a clear path of teaching. Forgoing this oddness that settles within.
Still parts of me make no effort to stop people either. Sometimes it is just better for people to engulf themselves in the slurs of others. That is how they mistakenly make judgmental assumptions. Unlike the open thought process that others bear. Truth inside is that some just choose to be small minded in the aspect of seeing all types of people teachable, reachable.
So settling in with this knowledge the locking of a cage rattles the mind. Swallows the spirit and divides the soul into pieces. Clearly the wisdom is where you choose how you will live. Listening to the whispers or clinging to the wind.
So will you be soaring in a lesson or drowning in echoing whispers? The choice is yours.
That is where I will be. Seeking the defined lines between past and present. Relying only on the real and the touchable. A dream can waver. A mind can shatter. Yet the heart can be tricky but the instincts can lead and slice through thickness.
In these times I thought being silent, locked away was easier than breathing, living. Oh how wrong I was. Currently am as well. As I sit here reminding myself, even chiding in tones too, I am still a work in progress. Always a teachable, reachable child if necessity arises.
Yet are there any willing to address this child in me? As I taunt the idea that fewer people are willing to educate me, I am well capable of understanding the complexity I give off. The paradox that oozes from my pores.
As though I could help the difference in a non communicative tone. Even more is the pressured expectation of being lenient in the aspects others assessments of me. Sure I do need to grow but I don't need to cut limbs off to achieve the peace that is necessary to find the calm.
Perhaps, to those trying to "change" me those signs are considered stubborn or prideful. Yet to truthfully dig into me and be able to understand where I come from, you have to consider being open to so many pieces of a spectrum. As most I have approached are very closed in their ideas of who I am and how to reach me via information.
In that aspect I feel great sorrow for them. And my lessons get halted for the simple reason they deem me unteachable. That is a sadness I feel for so many these days. Not in the explanation that I am egotistical. By far no. I am just making the reality blaze throughout the world, I am just a complex person and other people's perceptions of me are only skin deep. None even touch the real me.
And to that, the understanding of me get overlooked. A great kind of sadness and bleakness overrun the ways of life. Yet even in the midst of all this craziness I am capable of forgiveness. Who agrees to disagree to just avoid complications?
Do you? I know I do just to help the observer not discriminate their decisions via some sort of gossip or hearsay they may have been enticed to believe. True or not its best to be on a clear path of teaching. Forgoing this oddness that settles within.
Still parts of me make no effort to stop people either. Sometimes it is just better for people to engulf themselves in the slurs of others. That is how they mistakenly make judgmental assumptions. Unlike the open thought process that others bear. Truth inside is that some just choose to be small minded in the aspect of seeing all types of people teachable, reachable.
So settling in with this knowledge the locking of a cage rattles the mind. Swallows the spirit and divides the soul into pieces. Clearly the wisdom is where you choose how you will live. Listening to the whispers or clinging to the wind.
So will you be soaring in a lesson or drowning in echoing whispers? The choice is yours.
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