I’m not done yet. I won’t even take the time to define me. I am undefinable. You can try but I will describe myself differently. You may say I am old and you could be right. I will let you know that age is a number and my number isn’t up yet. Ask me, ask me to describe myself. I would paint you a picture with soluble paint. I would change my clothes often, smile different, be thoughtful and kind even though you say I look angry. Interpretation is a mystical thing.
Mirror, mirror make me a wish. Can you ask the mirror to do that? When does the fear come and colour your mirror foggy or grey? Does it make you look fat, skinny, sad or happy? Is your mirror truthful?
I am a changeling, life doesn’t define me only I can describe me. Believe there is always a way, always a choice, always a chance to change the definition you give yourself. Believe in the human, understand the desires of the spirit, breathe in the soul.
Do not label, define or indulge in the judgements of mankind. We are unique, we are beautiful and we are still misunderstood.
I cannot wait for tomorrow to come. Why be in the moment? Fully present, what gift does that give you? All I have to do is sit back relax and wait until tomorrow.
So many things to do. Tomorrow will give me a better perspective, the “thing” may even go away. It never does though, it sometimes surrenders temporarily, always coming back like a feed back loop. Its hard sometimes to pull an arrow out of your butt.
Who wants clarity? I actually do. Naked in the light of a consciousness that gives me awareness. Maybe I could take a bath and submerse myself in self pity instead. Who wants to go no where, I don’t.
Being me is hard, being me is trusting in my present moment. Being me is taking off the constricting mental clothing and looking in the mirror. I choose to stop blaming.
Choice, Challenge, Change. My mantra. To choose is the reason we are, to challenge is the human we become, change is the chance we take in every present moment.
I want to be inspired,
I want to be inspired
I want to be inspired.
Maybe I just need to sit on a pinpoint
Feel the pain of inspiration where it counts most.
The moment the pin pricks the nerve and sends the message
Is there another way?
The initial pain is the intuitive thought as it enters your mind
sending a signal to believe.
a pick of retrospective should be enough.
Those loud voices, like needles, puncturing the attitudes.
Telling me to decide.
Inspire Inspiration expire expiration.
In one I believe and in one I am relieved.
Open a book and read
Open your mind and believe you are.
I am inspired
I am inspired
I am inspired
So the chalkboard says.