Today is a day of madness, mad yearning,
passion
discomfort
The human body in motion is art beyond art.
We're already there.
I long to escape, to connect, to know another's heart
but how well do I know my own?
Certain truths can only be born of struggle,
as we are birthed in pain.
We are bigger than our own deficiencies.
We are longer than our longing.
We may just be fragments of a whole...
but what is the whole?
I am uncomfortable:
which means I have different eyes today.
I collapse into uncontrolled wonder
into knowing the unknown
and really knowing nothing in the end -
nothing may be enough.
it's messier than rulebooks would like
it's messier -this day- than you prepared for
in anxious flareups, fear sinks and settles -
pay attention
fill your mouth with this air
you've been here before
what to need what to want what to ask?
the lonely night of the soul will whisper -
"how are you built?
what keeps you together?"
you are not your opinions and
you are not your feelings and
you are not your experiences -
so what ARE you?
detach from thought
detach from word
feed the truth -
what makes you weak, and what makes you strong?
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