I made up my mind to let go of the vulture eye.
The eye (I) watching for the way into a conversation, a place to dominate with my opinion.
What if you took your dear self to the party of life and you only asked questions?
Refusing to name anything, to not add your opinion to the soup of conversation. The need to be heard in the crowd less important than the listening, the asking, the wondering. Creating your life like a performance art piece. Each interaction another question, another skit. Nothing more important than being in the now to capture the essence of energy.
How many times do you find yourself on a desert island of human gatherings, a place so lonely and desolate your drowning. All of the humans wanting only to drink in validation, to thirsty themselves to offer water.
Some dominate, others eat, some are loud drinking wine and letting that spirit control their very essence. Each human hooked up to their IV of choice, looking to hook up for sustenance. Some like drama so the relationships of childhood get acted out in a playground full of grey haired 3rd graders.
Choosing to come together to hear and ask the questions of a life, to wonder rather than play in the childhood playground of patterned society/culture. Who bullies, who shares, who cares, who is the victim, one up, one down? What if we all stepped away from ‘normal culture” and became wildly whimsical, bumping, playing, caring and listening?
Gratitude for the separation away from self, to become a little more selfless. To listen, truly listen without waiting to pounce with a opinion. Asking the question of “What is your vision of the future of the world?” The depth of connection deepens and the desert blooms with possibilities. seeing each human flower unique and exquisite in it’s place. Removed from the well worn tracts of habitual behavior, free to dream.
The eye (I) watching for the way into a conversation, a place to dominate with my opinion.
What if you took your dear self to the party of life and you only asked questions?
Refusing to name anything, to not add your opinion to the soup of conversation. The need to be heard in the crowd less important than the listening, the asking, the wondering. Creating your life like a performance art piece. Each interaction another question, another skit. Nothing more important than being in the now to capture the essence of energy.
How many times do you find yourself on a desert island of human gatherings, a place so lonely and desolate your drowning. All of the humans wanting only to drink in validation, to thirsty themselves to offer water.
Some dominate, others eat, some are loud drinking wine and letting that spirit control their very essence. Each human hooked up to their IV of choice, looking to hook up for sustenance. Some like drama so the relationships of childhood get acted out in a playground full of grey haired 3rd graders.
Choosing to come together to hear and ask the questions of a life, to wonder rather than play in the childhood playground of patterned society/culture. Who bullies, who shares, who cares, who is the victim, one up, one down? What if we all stepped away from ‘normal culture” and became wildly whimsical, bumping, playing, caring and listening?
Gratitude for the separation away from self, to become a little more selfless. To listen, truly listen without waiting to pounce with a opinion. Asking the question of “What is your vision of the future of the world?” The depth of connection deepens and the desert blooms with possibilities. seeing each human flower unique and exquisite in it’s place. Removed from the well worn tracts of habitual behavior, free to dream.
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