Won’t play around anymore. That’s not what I’m here for.
Came to be, breathe, and release.
Experience and consume good things.
So that they too can guide my way of being.
A filtration system by proxy, a beacon of life.
Sent by life. If I’m crossing paths with anything presently,
I’m putting my gloves on or taking them off.
Whatever the need. I breathe.
Let me be ready to hug or wrestle if need be.
Each interaction comes at a cost but they never end in loss.
I ask for the serenity to understand things deeply.
I want to be of service to those on authentic journeys.
I desire the wisdom to see each scene with clarity, turning into a pattern for me.
The answer I keep getting doesn’t appease me, so I keep asking, and it repeats for me patiently.
“Both parties must be taught to rise before being released to part ways at peace,
or continue on in harmony. Two more at one with the universal melody.”
Whatever, really? I mean, I thought you said anything…
What about MY way… Did you consider my version?
…
Disjointed and unproductive? Really?
*Silence from the peanut gallery as the meditation comes to a closing*
Breathe… think nothing.
To become an unwitting and uneffected sponge to my surroundings,
Suddenly… I can be effective to everything around me…