Sometimes I feel like miss-mashed cookie dough
disorganized, inert, intense moody
yet sweet, sustaining and irresistible
sumptuously ****

I guess it doesn’t really matter
a friend recently posted on Facebook
about how everything is so important yet insignificant at the same time
I responded while we are here so much feels important

our embodied emotional, needy longing self
longs to feel real reasons to be here
ways to get through the day
things to connect us to life,

while we feel ourselves through each day
it all feels important...until it all becomes insignificant
then it is a completely new existence all together
this is the kernel of the truth