Take yourself
And
Shake yourself
Loose of all you know.
Forget it all
Let it fall down to the ground
Like the snow
And then
Grab a cup of coffee
Or tea
And watch it melt.
Break yourself from the things you felt
When you were attached to your ideas of the world.
An empty head
Attached to your shoulders
Before you’re dead
And then
Fill it back up
Slowly
So slowly
Questioning everything you hear
Fighting off any idea
That gets near.
Don’t let them stick
Let them sink
And when you are on the brink
That’s when the light brings
A seed
For you to plant in that hollowed out head of yours.
It’s a slow grow
That never stops
And letting those seeds die
Will haunt you.
So be mindful
Of the ideas that you choose to water
And always be ready
To lose them again.
CH 11/1/23
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