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Vague

why do you fall away
to somewhere
not on earth or sky
no chance of being found
or seen or heard
only dreamt of

or shown
in the space within
my mind with eyes unfocused

and yet
you’re always there
a cloud around my senses
and this vagueness
here and nowhere
never lifting
neither here nor in the other realms
dreams mixed with no real clarity.

 

Rain and Reasons – A Dialogue

“How could you think the rain would fall knowingly? It does what it does. It’s a natural process. There’s no spite involved. Stop criticising.”

“You say this of me, but you don’t understand. I want to know how things happen, that’s all. But I know I’ve picked up these critical patterns. It seems to be taught as the way to be strong. I must be judging, always thinking of what’s wrong and right, what should and shouldn’t be. But I wasn’t naturally like this, whatever that means… It came about as an attempt to merge into my surroundings.”

“This self-absorption… we were talking about the rain. Why do you think it would want to harm us? How could you think so badly of it?”

“How could I know what’s in the mind of the rain? It was just a suggestion, or a thought.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I suppose a suggestion could be about you, trying to make you think differently perhaps, while a thought could simply be me expressing my mind with no motive at all of it influencing you. But what I said wasn’t a judgement on the rain.”

“Okay. I see. I just feel one’s interpretations of others’ actions could make all the difference. You know, the world is in ruins. Do you think harm would come about nearly as often if we thought each other’s motives benevolent, or at least as not cruel?”

“I want to be like the rain, if it doesn’t fall knowingly. These endless reactions, all with some kind of choice and of blame, they’re exhausting. I don’t want to think.”

“But is thinking not necessary? We must understand.”

“Does the rain understand?

“Does the rain try to change things? The rain, it just is.”

“Maybe that is the answer.”

“Perhaps a part of the answer.”

 

 

A try at writing a dialogue with what came into my head. Nice to do.

In the Distant Evening – via Daily Prompt: Later

via Daily Prompt: Later

In the distant evening
as the songbirds
give their final call,
throw your hat into the lake
and swim.
Immerse your body
in a cool caress,
of wildness and of stillness,
that’s been here for millennia.
Move yourself in freedom,
or lie beneath the waning sun.
There’s nothing you must be now.

 

 

Quote #66

“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it’s got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.”

― Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe