A bit from the other day at #KreyolKorner, I shared this with the #TableFullOfPeople. I assumed I was going to be sharing it with more so I want to still. It’s for the listeners and readers of poetry. I think poets love you. I’ve felt loved by too many. And I love putting it out there. I do. It’s a pause in our conversations to collect on many a moments. That’s why we get it (or may not). To the writers of it: Hats off to the practice and bravery.
Repost from @maria_cecilia_mendoza April May B & I.
Poetry & Art II 2014 “I can see you in there. I am in there too.” @aprilmaylady
I wonder out of 7 billion, how many of us actually believe we were born with a purpose? (I still wonder if we were all…) I think I was and I wonder about my challenges. But I’ve also purposely sought solutions to get over challenges like many do. I don’t want them around and I don’t care to have a sit and chat with my challenges or stroke it’s ego. I think it’s the draw of our purpose that we are able to get over things. Like your purpose/goal is on other end of an invisible rope somewhere, working to pull you through it all just to get you to that hi-five on the other side. We can veer off our paths so easily; connecting routes that look fulfilling, just enough. And of course when that happens it gets harder to pull someone on a rope if it has so many bends and curves. Anyway, I was just thinking. Have a good Sunday. #aprilmayb