to Be of good use

I have been reading various things today, as I tend to do nowadays. It really is a gift to have some extra time on my hands. It has been years since that has been possible.

A certain line of text jumped out at me from one of the websites I usually visit-- written by a woman I only know as "tagonist". She wrote in response to someone's question on how to simplify their life ...

" Please remember to find a way to be useful to the world. That's on all of us."

Yes.

We live in society with all it's distractions, our personal struggles and our attempts to find some kind of connection to something. We sense the solution in love or monetary success, but none of that matters if we haven't found our personal value --- our own unique way to be useful. That is our individual shiny string to add to the web of evolving existence.

Our usefulness will be the foundation from which we will grow and develop all we have to share as life becomes more challenging.

and no, I'm not being pessimistic about reality, I'm just choosing to be realistic about the data. Life will get harder; it is inevitable.


So yes, it truly is on all of us find a way to be useful to the world.

ThankYoutagonist.

...perhaps the answer to the ultimate question...

Why are we here?

Music. To create and appreciate....share and exchange...

Music.

so many people

i was stuck in traffic on my way to Flamenco class today. Thousands of people trying to go home towards Baltimore...from cubicle to automobile then to homeBoxedInhome.

Oh, the barriers we create...

Moments of waiting, born from within preoccupations contemplating what our life is "supposed to Be".

I don't know how to be part of it, nor would i dream a wild dream to be. But for now, I have to be ...part of it...here, right now. I want to be here...more than anything.

(((secretly digging for the rare wisps of beauty--yes Life, hide them well!!! make me run and dig, sweat and gasp.... stomp and blush to my heart's controlled booooombopbooom)))

Oh, I swooon on a daily basis inside
from the comfortably numb-ness i see
i know now, despite my efforts to believe

I'm here to Learn how to express more of Me.

when i reach the "disciplined" Now

may this be my most common state...

the edge of the windowsill digs into my thigh...

it was a tangible reminder of how i leaned into the wind to feel my soul sigh

back then, in the days of being consumed with the confusion of Ego and Existence.


It is True...as Time breathes into your lungs and you exhale in whispers and conversations--- the deeep caress of where you walk the Line...


the passions become clear, the words become full. the emotions smudge themselves into the pigment only hoped for in teardroplet yearning moans......yes...smoooth the edge of those stones.

ridges carved in rain, movement, wind, water slipdropundulate me into slop...bring it.

this is my Life. This is my Life. my baby girl...hold her close. I still remember how i pressed my nose against her baby flesh as she was placed in my arms after being extracted from my womb. parts of Me and parts of New....a scent embedded into the fibers of my Being...forever.

Share the Beauty i've found...of sharp outlines of trees carved against starlit night, of rain drenched summer puddle streaming heavy light. Of silly voice and happy song....no right and wrong...just the growth lasting steadily long.

here, in this World i know....

oh baby girl...watch the snow flakes flutter from my eyes as i yearn to share my views of our Night skies...

This windowsill digs into our thighs.

"amusing ourselves to death"

jumping to the next branch

31 years old and learning to Be. Trying not to think of what I am but just...Breathe. Yes, we change; yes, we Grow. But the threads of who we are begin in the hole of source.

we twist and bend. we tangle them up. we vibrate them back and forth and call it Maturity. hahaha...if i could exist in a society where i could let Me float on the wind...

then i could smile sputtering aching impossibilities from where i begin

still i try...with a wink or perhaps a little bit of affluent dust in my eye

and i'm doing alright.