return

my heart goes lunar

i learn to question my own rules. review my own policies. proof read my own procedures.

my mind grows tangled. gets snared on has beens and will bes. maybes and then agains.

was there ever a season to sit and stare at the wind till it changed direction? i hold all i am in a small cup and imbibe.

there is a steady place from which all things flow. a greater wisdom that supercedes all facts. these oscillations all swing from the same centre of gravity.

profound and humble
in it's simple weight.