The Way of It

kissing the lips of the beloved

my own lips

There are two ways of being:

1. Playing games
2. Being vulnerable

Which do you choose?

Why would I want it to stop

and miss the lessons it brings?

Coming back to life

having never died

it is the strangest thing.

It is all of course a lie

yet a complete delight

Even when it does not appear to be so.

It really is the strangest thing.

She is the priestess of a god that doesn’t exist.

I once loved her, like in the cartoons,

my jaw to the floor, red, silky toys reflected on the memory of those vast green eyes.

With the power to burn or to heal,

what she does with that prowess is not for me to grasp.

All I know is that I make myself vulnerable and notice that nothing burns,

nothing remains.

What thoughts would not be welcome here?

There is no shortcut to honesty

Honesty is the shortcut.

Live without resistance

-then notice what happens.

The highest level is to be level with everyone.

Coming home

is entirely worth it

even if it takes “forever”