The Year....Reflection...

The year of recuperation.. digesting and multi tasking the faults of myself and others..
I have won.. but have I with the amount of stuff just to erase a small fact.. that I am the cause of such happenings..one says if u no better than u do better but better has to be learned first...there's a thirst ..c ...to be illuminated from this game we call LIFE..

The year my weary body may seem strong on the outside..my perky wonderfulness and the fullness of my hips... dance like tempting shadows.. on paved walls.. but inside there is a stall... filled with names..numbers.places and things..talking walls..dirty water..with tissue on the floor..people have come and gone..sometimes felt used and then if that loved at all.

The year these eyes seen some great..unique pieces of work.. have the eyes deceived me to no end.. have my heart been mended back together..glue or tape..and to fall apart again.. what is true.. what is this that we all search for.. can we understand it if it was right in front of our faces or are we so numb..no sense of anything without a big sign.. some glitter.. some noise..some illusion.. some twinkle..some score..

The year I meet the spirits through the same gate..walked with them..talked to them..moved..danced..sang..wrote with them..nice to know we r not alone in this unbalanced reality..we run to one side..stay take it all in to get bored and move to the other side.. it becomes an extreme..never taught to stay in the middle..wondering why the cards lay where they must..emotional foolishness with no full inner standing of where to place the energy.. the cycle continues

The year we attempted to clean out our....what u call its..in the name of starting over.. but not knowing where to begin.. what is the root of the problem.. lie to ourselves...live in complete denial..but is it denial if its not known that something is wrong..or is it us that project the wrong doings of others because of our wrong doings...taming beast of what..first to find out it was not the other persons doing the bidding for our internal demise..let it be we say..then we die.. to come back and start all over again..and again...again..til bliss has its hands on us..confusion..inner turmoil ..inner desire to be free..of what..or is that an illusion too..?

or is it just this year..? maybe next yr we will have an answer to that which lies within.