poetry, love, life, a cliché; the most powerful cliché and unique
smelling the earth deeply to become part of its energy
borrow words and steal phrases / steal words and borrow phrases
i’ll allow it
i love myseld more than the reputation of being an original creative.
i’ll smudge everything i write and keep going without a care about legibility, this is for me and whatever spirit is trying to look over my shoulder. hey.
did the poem i write about what death at
i am now
sitting
and everything is full
of unknowing.
what do i know?
i know that infinity has always been beside me, waiting for my spiral to switch perspective and i can expand
i take up my space in the blankness
there it nothing but potential energy; i’ve been winding up so tightly so often the compression is heavy
i am laden. i am a sudden release. a burst.
i release gently.
i am a soft breeze and i bring heart with me.
i am not trampled.
the breeze can be gust. i am indestructible softness.
i am not naive for believing in goodness.
i am not childish for seeing the world with wonder. i am as we are meant.
look at the moon! look at the flowers! look at the leaves! look at the birds! look at the butterflies! look at the sky! look at the clouds!
the leaves: sugars, energy, water, oxygen, carbon dioxide, processing, intricate, beautiful, leaves.
look at the ants below and wonder about their exoskeletons and how they move and how that works and their big tasks and their community, their colony, their strength,
their fortitude, their little infinite world and our perception of it.
i am andi and i am gentle uncertainty and that is good.