danna-evans
Habits are what I am into right now. Habits are what we do over and over again without thinking, without conscious awareness. Blindly we repeat and repeat until finally, we get sick of our own story. / / I am sick of my story, so I am trying to write a new one. I just have these habits, like hurdles, I have to jump. So, far I have fallen more often that I have cleared, but I continue the race.
It is all a play.
We are simply acting out,
Infinite versions.
You cannot be right.
You are simply a version.
You cannot be wrong.
Infinite Versions,
Endless experiences.
Many ways of one.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
Anger fills the hall.
Sisters fighting together.
Each other, a habit.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
My mottos matter.
Yours do too.
What you believe
Becomes true for you.
Her motto was that
Hard work was the key.
She never had fun.
How could she?
She always worked hard.
She believed that she ought to.
The question remains,
What is your life's motto?
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
My thoughts circle in worry,
Dripping resentment and judgment
Into the purity of now. Help me.
I know what I do, but I do and I do and I do.
Danna Evans
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
Laughter fills the hall.
Sisters playing together.
Each other, a gift.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
I used to say,
In a judgmental way,
This is what forty five looks like.
I used to preach,
In my ego speech,
Get bangs not Botox.
Be like me.
Be whole, be pure,
Being real is the cure.
Be like me.
But now I see,
How my judgments blinded me
Of who you are
While I hissed…be like me.
Now I see
What I missed…you are like me.
I am sorry sister.
I judged myself as true
And in turn I ended up judging you.
Forgive me.
For I am you and
You are me.
Danna Evans
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC