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What are you waiting for?
THE SEA & THE SHORE
In my stillness I began to appreciate the motion
The ocean doesn't wave because she's told to do so
She waves because she's the ocean
That same appreciation taught me to wade in the water
The simple embrace made in devotion
And though she was very persuasive, she knew as did I
I was never made for the ocean
In motion is when I began to appreciate the stillness
The shore he stays and waits on the ocean no matter where she is
He gives a piece of himself, and again and he gives
And he waits and he stays, he provides peace in his stillness
In plain sight hidden inside of me
I search and align myself until he is I and I am he
SUGGESTION
Suggestions. Everything around us provides an opinion of how we should live, breathe, and die. From product placement and marketing to neighbors and friends, and sometimes, even the thoughts in your own mind. Suggestions. One day I opened my mouth, but when I listened back to the words I realized, my advice was nothing more than a projection. In an attempt to protect you from my pain I left you with nothing short of a suggestion.
Truthfully the biggest threat is what we consume. Do I mirror the television, or do I dance like the wolves with the moon? Maybe it's blind faith in therapy balanced out by the time spent on Electric Avenue. Now that the internet is the new community of course it's more talk of red pill vs blue. Who governs you? If not yourself then who governs them that governs you? In the land of the lawless the only morals that still remain are the ones you choose.
There's something peaceful about the stillness of quietude. The strength it takes to be unabraded by the sway of the mood. Allowing the emotion to exists but not responding to or dwelling there. So what if they doubt you? It's nothing more than suggestion, but yet only an option if you choose to do it too. I spent three months two weeks and a day reciting that in the mirror. I had to learn to go without the noise and listen to the voice deep within.
The past the future, where you're going and where you've been. The greatest dictator is time. It's either I don't have enough or I've wasted too much. Maybe it's taking too long or maybe I can do it at lunch. The pressure, the sense of dread, we make the time to do it and we rush, but what if we didn't? If the future doesn't exist, and the past is just a story, maybe it's the present where I should invest my energy and live... but again even this is... suggestion.