How do we get there from here?Sometimes I don't rightly know. I have always seem to find this place called limbo, and though being able to rest, relax, and smell the flowers is always preferable there are times when I just want to move. I don't mean literally, but in the cosmic sense of the world, and word, but I also know its out of my control.
I can push, but I might end up off track, and that's not a good place to be. I am patient, but when the car is in a gear and not in park, it can really mess up the clutch.
Right now small pockets of joy, just don't add up to lasting fun. Positivity is somewhat annoying, and the negative biscuit eaters are circling like buzzards. Its times like this that I can implode, or worst explode.
How long do we wait?
As long as it takes.
I remind myself that I am suppose to be learning something valuable. Feels like I'm wasting time. I was enjoying the rest spot, and as usual I don't stay nearly long enough to soak it all inside. Maybe if I learn to relax, I can retain the lesson. I know I will be here again. I'm a rock in the sense that I just cant see the picture staring right at me. I want to, really I do want to see, understand, and grow to the next level. I want to let go,...heel,...and feel again.
Yet, what I want isn't always what I need,...
What I need is to stop pushing, stop trying, stop moving,...give in, but not up,...
I'm saying all the right things, do I believe anymore,...if only others would let me be for a while, let me feel this out, give me the time to listen,...so much interference,...so much un-necessary noise,...so much negativity,...too much talking.
It is still the same after all these years,...
Bumbas,...Happy Trails!
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