When Told We Have To
‘Should’ or ‘Should Not’s’ in an Ever-Confusing World
Author’s sharing wisdom — how they overcame
perilous countless bouts
of confusion brought on the finger-pointing thieves
robbing us from our thoughts transmuting.
Seeking answers — abounding with more doubt
self-inflicting shame brought on
by the neighboring sons
telling us what we ought to do.
Left in darkness — own self-judging
riddled disbelief — afraid to write our wrongs
because ‘they’ said it was the way
to freedoms ringing sounds.
Discourse — shambled wardrobes
of dishevelled rags falling
from the shouldered truths
terrorizing our inner phobias, false spatting reality.
Arrival — timely knowing
peaceful road walked — self-guided
journey before, after and unknown destination
defining the only fear is that of itself.
Marking the waters of change — no longer
clouded visions of the collective whole
worlds spinning timelessly, relentlessly
capturing attentive gaze.
Spreading wings — Uroboros devouring
beginning and ends of the cyclical belief
as to how one should be
in this world, but not of it.
For those who speak — of have to
and should do’s, we thank you for
opinions mattering not the path before us
but the Canvas is creating all around.
Stepping into time — undetailed existence
giving forth — new realities daily occurrence
unknown terminus departure
the arrival of one’s true home.
Much gratitude to those who dare to travel alone, doing what is right for them and them alone. Listening not to the naysayers or all-knowing sorts telling us what we ought to do, instead writing their world into existence.
Thank you to the author’s who dare to come together in sacred fashion, as THE WATERPLACE depicts in this gem Mother’s Earth and David Rudder for his selfless sharing of wisdom Circumspect.
After we have done deals
You bring you, here’s me
And we will call it ours
As we gather again
Like firewood in Mother’s…medium.com
Often when writing, with noise canceling headphones, a song finds itself on loop. Here is today’s loop petal accompanying this piece.
Written with pen name Ani Po, not limited to the author but an open invitation ‘to all’ in knowing ‘I am here.’
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.