Dec 2023
I awake with you asking me the same questions, and I answer truthfully and then I cry.
But I don’t know if I cry of joy or sorrow because before I can take another breathe the dream is over and you are sleeping next to me. And the dream is a piece of yarn that unravels me into waking life where I don’t have the courage to answer you truthfully.
But I don’t know if I cry of joy or sorrow because before I can take another breathe the dream is over and you are sleeping next to me. And the dream is a piece of yarn that unravels me into waking life where I don’t have the courage to answer you truthfully.
The vague areas of life
Where do we hold vagueness as a tool
What does it conceal
Does it reflect hefty weight of responsibility or cowardice or
Of inauthenticity or the search for the discipline in life to continue to steer us in our direction of growth
How good of a judge are we of truth ? Does truth need a judge ? What if truth destroys and hurts when it too subjective and narrow ? What truth are then healing and which not ?
Can the weight of what is vague be felt ? And if so as what ?
Where do we hold vagueness as a tool
What does it conceal
Does it reflect hefty weight of responsibility or cowardice or
Of inauthenticity or the search for the discipline in life to continue to steer us in our direction of growth
How good of a judge are we of truth ? Does truth need a judge ? What if truth destroys and hurts when it too subjective and narrow ? What truth are then healing and which not ?
Can the weight of what is vague be felt ? And if so as what ?
