I can totally understand that and i do feel a-lot better after resting. I think i get the bigger picture of things going on. And yet people seem to be distant from me. Why. Why are they so afraid of my presence? Im alot more clear minded nowadays but they don’t want to talk about it. Kinda frustrating if you ask me. I know I’m being weird about this but it is true. Being able to be truthful to me can go a long way towards healing ❤️🩹. Thank you for sharing this with everyone who is struggling with this issue. But i feel good about what ever is going on here. America will never fail me and will never fall. I’m proud to be here because i was born here. I cherish life here and the people who made this country possible. And i love ❤️ the universe so much too. Thank you 🙏🏼
I like the counter force arising in the second part (I call it the anti chorus!): that’s more and more typical in your work. It’s a shame that I don’t know how to apply , in practice, its emerging wisdom. And I am essentially screwed half way through the sweetness of the chorus.
This felt like finally realizing, mid-pour, that the cup in my hand is mine.
The way sweetness turns into something people sip and disappear from made me go “oh… that explains a lot.” Becoming nectar by accident, giving because it feels kind, then noticing the quiet emptying — that landed softly but deep.
Came out of this wanting to tuck the sweetness back inside, guard it a little, and remember that being met is different from being consumed.
I can totally understand that and i do feel a-lot better after resting. I think i get the bigger picture of things going on. And yet people seem to be distant from me. Why. Why are they so afraid of my presence? Im alot more clear minded nowadays but they don’t want to talk about it. Kinda frustrating if you ask me. I know I’m being weird about this but it is true. Being able to be truthful to me can go a long way towards healing ❤️🩹. Thank you for sharing this with everyone who is struggling with this issue. But i feel good about what ever is going on here. America will never fail me and will never fall. I’m proud to be here because i was born here. I cherish life here and the people who made this country possible. And i love ❤️ the universe so much too. Thank you 🙏🏼
I like the counter force arising in the second part (I call it the anti chorus!): that’s more and more typical in your work. It’s a shame that I don’t know how to apply , in practice, its emerging wisdom. And I am essentially screwed half way through the sweetness of the chorus.
“The way something is taken without ever being held.” Scry, your poetry is riddled with lines like this one - beautiful!
This felt like finally realizing, mid-pour, that the cup in my hand is mine.
The way sweetness turns into something people sip and disappear from made me go “oh… that explains a lot.” Becoming nectar by accident, giving because it feels kind, then noticing the quiet emptying — that landed softly but deep.
Came out of this wanting to tuck the sweetness back inside, guard it a little, and remember that being met is different from being consumed.
Gwenchanayo?