What do I know apart from what I know?
I met someone new and he taught me new things. He taught me things I can’t be sure I know because what a heart knows by heart is what a heart really knows.
What if I know by mind? Or soul? Does that count for nothing?
He taught me new fragrances and he taught me art. He taught me to feel and he taught me honesty.
He taught me to sing and he taught me to sound breathy.
But I had no intention of staying under his tutelage for long and I disposed of that type of education with the coming of full moon
Till a certain full moon came that I did not stay outside to watch, to admire, to love, to soak in.
Instead, in slumber I was watched, admired and stolen from.
Rudely awoken at an even number and informed that I wasn’t the only one watched, admired or stolen from while humans slept
You have to hang loosely to things that can easily be forced out of your hand because it was never yours. I learned that under his tutelage, under the full moon.
Another teacher stays a die hard fan
He teaches me but he hardly speaks. Talking is too much. Talking is unnecessary; he lives like a blackboard and chalk.
A walking illustration, he is
I stay here to muse and wonder about the teachers I learned from this past week and my mind recoils, not wanting to process any of it fully. Doesn’t want to have to process anything.
Some things are best left the way they were given you
Other things are gifts you have to check thoroughly in the mouth
Do you understand any of this? Does your mind keep you up at night?
Will you lose yourself in the forest that is your mind?
Or will you build a safe house somewhere at the edge?
Either way, you’re not really safe in the thing that is your mind
There is always something unsafe about safe so choose which direction of unsafe you will fall.
Before you are pushed over the edge