I do not understand very much, cannot do very much, am mostly afraid most of the time -
There is right and there is wrong, those being right or left but life is still in the mix, this is it - I am - I am so thankful to travel out into the world, to go away - to be gone - to let the soul up to roost with the haints at the crossroads and the saints always in a horse barn, to let the soul pull as a kite, and to follow, string in hand, looking up.
“you better wake up, try to get wise, I done told you,”
Shy folks, happy folks, brimming to the top folks, reserved folks, nervous folks, quiet, talkative, stay at home and always moving folks,
love, loving, loved, all these folks;
The thing is, the thing I am trying to puzzle out is,
Every person is as fascinating as the day in the land, of the everchanging land, and in the same as as the same-old back 30 land, the light is never, will never, be the same, and gilding golden sunsets and cold glowing sunrises move different every day, the plants growing or dying, the sky playing along with it’s on whim and thought,
Every person is as fascinating as the day in the land
And even if we move toward knowing our own souls changing every day, a new ray of light shining and singing, how can we manage the earth-land-soul-sky-other-all of it?
Maybe it is easier to shut down and hate within simple differences -
I watch my own inner world shuffle and tumble and worry.
“Front door shut, back door too, blinds shut, what you gonna do? Gotta step it up and go, yeah, go”