I’ll obey all the rules, doing everything fine, and live without worry and keep a sane mind.
But the universe laughed and remarked in it’s way, “A box would make you entirely grey.”
I pouted, I kicked, I screamed for revenge. But the universe taught me the path to get in.
Into my heart, into my mind, into my knowing and out of my blind.
And that’s what I did. I found my own way. I let go of the box and stopped being grey.
But now all the colors seem to conflict. Can they all be together completely legit?
Can I be both a hunter and gatherer too?
Can I weave a great masterpiece while counting the blooms?
Can I be tough as nails and incredibly soft?
Can I have a home in the country and a big city loft?
Can I gain independence and be vulnerable too?
Can I hike to the top while enjoying the view?
Can I write a great work and play in the sun?
Can I touch all their hearts and focus on fun?
Can I know all the words and still wonder at life?
Can I sing a loud song in the midst of my strife?
Can I start being happy while still being sad?
Can I disagree with myself and make myself mad?
All of these things seem wholly unknown. All of these things seem too different to own.
But here I still stand, with it all in my mind. Wondering which path will lead straight to my kind.
But I am my kind, there is no one like me, and all I can learn to do is to see.
See everything in me, with no edge of the line. See everything in me that to once I was blind.
My challenge before me is now clear to see.
I don’t need any boxes, I need all of me.
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