What Interests Me...Repost
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 2014
We are so worried, about what we do, we forget about who we are…what we are. Are you sure you know life? Or do you just speak about life? Do you just walk around it? Do you even know how to dance with it?
Whatdo you long for? Are there empty spaces in your being that you know canbe filled with emptiness. Do you ever want to fill a cup with your owndamn voice? What would you say if you could capture it all in a cup?
Is there something inside of you that speaks louder than the mundane, everyday, humdrum of
Whatputs you on fire? Which one of us will fight the fight, the one we allknow about. The one about our dreams. Which one of us will standlike a fool, and invite the truth to our table, no matter how dirty it makesthe moment.
Enlightenmentis falling in love with the world, letting it breathe and tell you, you arereal. You did not imagine this existence but you imagined its limits.
Didyou know there are no limits to our songs, the ones we don’t sing, the ones weimagine are too loud.
Infinityis a stone we all throw around as if it can be measured, as if our lives can benumbered as if our days don’t have wings. We have a closet full of birds,no lack of song in this house.
Yetwe forgot our voice and we captured their wings.
Lifeis not about eternity…it is about one moment. This one, not that one. In this one moment, what will you be?
Will you be a number for us to count, like money? Will you be a song for us to sing, when we notice how little we are worth if we don’t dance?
Howmany of us climbed mountains with our pauses, the way we stop. In themiddle of sentences we don’t want to say? The way we don’t breathe, inthe middle of a life we don’t want to live.
Singfor me once, a ballad of your choice.
Knowthat you are heard, no need to scream. Unless you have found the fineline between reality and imagination, and decided you want to walk it.
Maybedance it.
Movefor me this once, the way you do to your own beat.
Realityis not any more real than your own voice.
Sayit, in your own way.
nina