You tell your story in so many ways
by how you behave towards others
how kind & generous you are
how you attend to people
– by how your imagination works
We don’t own our shadows
– at least not in the way we own our reflections.
We don’t control everything.
I love reading his poetry.
Reading tea leaves
Measuring the hell out of stuff
is one way of driving your self mad
trust your intuition
The moment I see
a thousand snowdrops waving
to a snowflake sky
we are urged to ‘live in the moment’.
But who is ‘being’?
Who are you now?
What’s the story of You?
The being of You?