Place a mirror on your keyboard, print it out, flip it 180 degrees, turn it over, peer through it with a light behind it to reveal, a site of me. Hang by your feet, with a mirror in hand, and build the letters, into an idea. Upside down and backwards, the world is full of wonder.
Buttoned in “truth”, or an illustrious vision, of what could be, becomes the reality of your identity.
What and who am I? Why? When? How do you define the immaterial? Which angle should you project from? Where is the best place to start? A compartmentalized person, a categorized being, a mold to fit or else.
Will I fill your plan, doctrine, dogma, attachment, view, or design?
Build a little box, and watch as I shatter the walls. Expect the unexpected, try something new, paying attention to, I wish I was you, and what really matters events. Moments in time where envy, judgement and reason, cage a personality into pictures of poisonous perceptions. Expect the worst, and that’s what you’ll get. Insecurity is but a fear minimized, transcend it to find your soul.
Can I tell you a secret? I have what you wish you had. And then again, you would be thankful not to be me. I am as you are. I have the same hungers, the same reason for motivation, the same values. What is it but a moment in time? A feeling of sublime vanquished by doubt. And again, now, I throw it out.
Interesting to me the approach, the sliding into home, or striking out. The variable speed, emotional inflection, tonal quality speech, or little to none. I am avoiding feeling undone by your thoughts, feelings, and judgements, I am free to be. You are you, and I am me. We are safe, in a cocoon, a cave, or a sanctuary. You have yours, I have mine, and I’m willing to share mine. Are you? Can we? Why not?
I offer up gladly the pedestal of prayer, shrines of divine, keys to happiness, and hopes for the best. I have not failed your test, so now, I can attest to rest.