They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
Browsing Being
“I want to see the world without explaining away its mystery by calling things wicked, righteous, sinful, and good. I want to erase in myself the easy explanations, the always mendacious explanations about why things happen the way they do, and in this way, come to know the mystery of being–-not by any approximation in thought, but by being. I want to be and not be ashamed of being.”
― Therese Doucet, A Lost Argument
Against the will of others
Against the will of others, I lean hard.
I lean hard against my door:
iron; reinforced; made for struggle.
Unquestioned
Sometimes when I’m on the floor, child’s pose,
I look under my bed at the empty untouched landscape,
exhale.
It doesn’t need to be filled.
Better People or People with Better Things
If humans could evolve in such a way we focus on creating better versions of ourselves (emotionally and psychologically healthier, more genuine, more fully present) rather than better phones, wigs, bombs, etc., we’d be advanced…
Her Body Curious: Leaps
Sometimes her body does things she can’t understand. It leaps ahead of her thoughts and conscious feelings.