That doesn’t demand anything, is just a little observant,
Half-awake & half-asleep
That which isn’t attached to demand or possessions.
Pays no heed to the righteous or to the murmur.
Humanity? Truth? Lies?
” It’s not really about what I see. It’s more about the prospect. I am setting my intention to see the blade of grass and beetles and everything with the blue sky and sunshine in my eyes. Romanticizing everything. Diving deep into the newness. Shun the half baked ideas, baldfaced lies and respectability. The absurdity gushing forth as the tradition of lies. Yet, you don’t know…”
The storm is brewing inside me, pushing forward. Somehow the purpose is always attached to it and I am only half awake.