be aware
you are sometimes a rare gift
but may be militantly following a plan a template
and then in so doing you bring to you common needs
being an actor instead of a writer of templates
of scripts
of stories which will tell
who are you?
the story or the story teller?
or just another mongrel wandering in the wilderness all alone, begging to be respected, admired, loved and even more, adored during millions of moments..
by exposing someone one's secrets, somehow feeling bigger now, better, justified?
forgive and allow for the water under the bridge, that is where is is, always moving, without you or with you, clinging at the edges, your fingers already thick with muck and dirt..it'll take a knife to get that scraped out, for sure..
or
you can be on that bridge, knowing you are safe and sound here right now allowing the Universe to take care of itself..all you have is your heart in your hand..and some deep rare hunger to change and it hurts like a gnarly bitch!
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