I am wildly unproductive lately.
That isn't true.
But it feels true
in the moment of right now
my brain feels like clay soil
shoots pushing against it
just soak into it
until
they slow
stop
cease to keep pushing
I do not feel stuck
just like clay
potato leek soup from leeks i regrew in the kitchen for the past few weeks
i'm doing something
always
moving
forward
slowly
but
moving
time and speed are just a perspective of the viewer
a hummingbird vs a human
for example
time is only held in place by a dimension
but we exist
let me
exist
as i be
let me be contented in these movements
however quick or slow they might be
let me have groundedness and clarity and let wisdom and knowledge be within my being
let me settle
as clay
contented
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