Rambling Roads 🏵

Staring in the mirror at my family collapsing, crumbling into sharp edged chunks and clinking like shattered glass around my feet.   Privileges squandered, gifts too easily given.   Yet fists still cling to some imagined scarcity . Closed tight and delusional, as thin as air.   Still demanding more like some drug crazed addict.   The convenience of saccharine sweet religion, brimstone judgment and impossible expectations. Conditions placed on love like an ever-receding mirage,   Leave me thirsty .   Skin-deep Christmas cards. Shallow rebellions and superficial ties.   Just enough for holiday meals. I say it’s time. Time to let the house burn down! Time to let the light stream through. True strength is saying enough when you’re already sucked dry.   What more can you possibly want? You’ve already siphoned our life breath like a vacuum into your emptiness.   And for what? You lift not even a ...

It’s terrifying to meet yourself on the road bruised and battered, no good Samaritan to take you to the inn and bandage your wounds.   No reflections, no disguises, no explanations.   There’s a futility in thinking we’ll ever figure it out.   It’s the story of the blind men and the elephant.   One thinks God’s a tree trunk, one a snake or rope depending on where they stand.   But if you see the Buddha on the road, kill him.   I believe we can only get closer.   Because if you think you’ve already reached it, labeled it, written it down in some book, you can know for damn sure you’re farther away than ever.   Just smash the idols and start over.    Again and again…    I am a fucking mountain not because I’m invincible or without doubt but because I am fully aware of my faults and weaknesses.   I look them in the face every day.   And we’ve learned to do a little tango together.   At first staring each oth...