I'm one of those people. the ones that talk,
reach,
send,
give,
create for
others.
others.
I love other people.
I love their uniqueness
the texture and result of their choices
their voices
what they have to say.
Sometimes, when what they have to say differs
dramatically
from what I have to say...
well, that can be a challenge to appreciate
but in truth -- i do.
People fascinate me.
I love that each factor of our lives,
each choice,
each turn around a different bend
each surprise
each new moment
of
each
new
day creates a new pattern
an altered hue
a change.
I love reaching, and experiencing people.
I can discuss it in a way that makes me sound
altruistic and
painfully generous.
I can do that. Yet, in truth
I wonder if that is indeed the truth.
Not
altogether
I
I
am
sure.
For reaching and touching and connecting and giving and considering and loving and knowing and talking to and hoping for
others
does a couple of things for me.
One, it enriches me. It provides for me
new texture new shadows new sounds and music new things to consider
new ways to approach.
my.
life.
I love that. More than anything I believe.
People.
weird, sexy, wild, courageous, fearful, learning, wondering, judging, waiting, trembling, heart-filled, musical, conservative, cutting-edge, loving
people.
It does another thing for me as well. The darker side of all of this
people
other
than
me
focused
living.
It keeps me from the silence.
that is solely and completely inside my being
with
no
other
sound
but
my
own.
with
no
other
sound
but
my
own.
I know that I can live my life without really being all that concerned with that fact.
But there is a part of me that knows
that spending time in
this place is part of the next....
deeper....
wiser....
experience for me.
for all of us.
Being completely alone for me is not an exercise is fear -- as it is for some.
It is an undertaking of courage.
It is in the silence of me
that my spirit pauses and my mind
trembles.
Certainly my mind.
My mind loves to be busy... reaching, giving, considering, solving. But to send my mind to the still, quiet waters of my own being? With nothing to distract? Well..... you're asking
quite
a
lot.
So, I look at the yin and the yang, the up and the down, the soft and the hard, the you and the me of my life. and when I do
I long
to know
both.
To embrace the texture and the sound and the noise and the problems and the solutions and the music and the dance and the interaction of
others.
And, entwined with the patterns that live outside of the edges of my own mind
to know intimately.... my own, still silence.
Where i suspect
joys
and
secrets
reside.
quite
a
lot.
So, I look at the yin and the yang, the up and the down, the soft and the hard, the you and the me of my life. and when I do
I long
to know
both.
To embrace the texture and the sound and the noise and the problems and the solutions and the music and the dance and the interaction of
others.
And, entwined with the patterns that live outside of the edges of my own mind
to know intimately.... my own, still silence.
Where i suspect
joys
and
secrets
reside.
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