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Getting out of the Rain I wrote this in 2010... I was looking for Some of past answer to my present problems. It appears, that as we age, WHAT we think changes. We never bother to figure out if HOW we think has changed. It rarely does. We learn to value the unimportant of the haves and have nots But always think we can change The leopard and it's spots It's not about others, for we hopefully learn.. they are not within our realm of change. We must accept that a leopard cannot change it's spots, and live with it. But, looking inside of ourselves, Can we change our own spots? Comes the day, the sky is gray Is there sun shine, somewhere inside? or does the pain never go away If the rain has no place to hide It's not about WHAT we think, it about HOW we think. There will always be rain Sometimes close or sometimes distant There is no umbrella for what it is but there's shelter in what it isn't We tend not to question what something is. The mind believes in it's own truth. It's something that can't be changed, and has nothing to do with the right or wrong of it. It has to do with the "spots" of who we are. WHAT we think, We think we are our lives, our truth, more definite But HOW we think is more telling by far Our lives, our truth, more infinite I seems to get into a lot of discussions, that appear to be arguments, not because I disagree about WHAT someone thinks, but disagree with HOW someone thinks. This blog is my reminder of the folly of it all. For who's to say, there is right or wrong of it, . For it is only my spots...I can change |
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We have choice as to how we look at things...maybe not so much a choice as a difference Differences...Because, who each one of is....doesn't give us much of a choice. However, in our searches we do have a choice....To search to find the truth or to search to find the right. Because sometimes, the truth may not be what you want to find, especially the truth inside yourself. The world can be your oyster Protected in it's shell but a shell for just protection means no Heaven or no Hell
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So my communication skills aren't very good....A jumbled mess of words..whose meaning can be ironical, metaphorical, definite, double, or just expanded... there is no consistency... But it's why...My poetry works for me.....For me.. How I think doesn't change..but poetry, means how I am understood can.. Because my inconsistency is who I am.... I could do better.. if I could be definite and cared for anything but own understanding....But I am caught between the indefinite and my own indifference to others.... To change it to anything else.
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Your communications skills are just fine.... imho.
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