Not Too Bad

The sad love songs don’t sound as sad anymore. 

     They don’t sting like they used to. 

       I feel bad for the fool who falls in love. 

         And I condemn those that pour their heartbreak into their art. 

          Silly attention seeking fools. 

Music talks to us in languages we can’t speak yet. 

    So do our feelings.

      So do our bodies.

        So does our unconscious.

           So does love.

            So does the universe.

              So does God.

Sometimes I wonder how many different things could be constantly trying to speak to us in languages we don’t know yet. 

Listen to the trees.

             Listen to life's synchronicities.

              Listen to the silence between your heartbeats.

               Listen to who doesn’t speak.

               Listen to the wind.

               And listen to intuition.

Everything you need

   is already within.

The sad love songs don’t sound as sad anymore. Fear doesn’t feel as real. Meaning doesn’t mean as much to me. Joy is a dream inside of a fantasy. Anger seems pointless. Love appears hopeless. Everything around me is impermanent. 

Life’s not too bad right now. But it doesn't feel like my life anymore.

CH 2/23/26