Sunrise Reflection 2
my minds are lightly stormy, and kinda unsure
my bodyโs active withย aches
the day is young
and my soul leaps, leaping, atโโโi guessโโโnothing-
ness.
i feelย stuck.
activity can cure much.
writing is such.
running can (but my running shoes have been trashed).
walkingโs great. i do that enough.
just stayingย active,
might cause (Or create!) soreness.
that isย growth.
what do (u) know?
isnโt the โcorrectโ answerโโโnothing
and everything? because everthing
is changing. everything is. nothing isโโโas?โโโeverything?
the universe is โalwaysโ for you.
am i for me?
how can i be better forย me?
where am i lacking?
how can i cross the bridges?
how can i integrate my lackings
with myย goodies?
how can i declutter to expand?
how can i simplify, minimalize to flourish?
why donโt i grow in areas i struggle in?
why not? whyย not?
what would happen if i became, become more relatable? relational? connective?
what would happen if i wrote with many styles?
how can i become the most diverse and multifarious i can be and become?
how honest am i withย myself?
why am i scared of what iโm scared? why am i scared of this and that?
furthermore, when i feel powerless, what would happen if i changed my paradigm?
what would happen when i learn myself better?
why can i be silent?
where, in what areas, am i not trying?
what couldnโt fuck with myย head?
i couldย on.
thanks.
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