a lesson

there are two directions. but they can be walked only one at a time. playing hopscotch feels like leapfrog.childs play. i spin in circles to decide.

there is one part of me that bubbles. furious. mimics my kettle and washing machines. cyclical vibrations and fast steaming. suffice to say it drives me mad.

a different side lies deeper. forms vast tracts beneath the surface.is stunning in it's simplicity. the compassion that encompasses all things. there is freedom in an open heart that can never be betrayed.

i am breaking patterns
irrevocably open
insaitable in my
dreams