As much as my life would have greater ease, I wouldn’t want to be more studied.

In heritage is what sets the timeless listening-in apart.

So much wonder would I never see. Outwardly, maybe, but more importantly, interiorly.

The crux:

In heritage, to know who one is celestially. In confidence and infinitely.

In culture, to know who one is recognized as in space and time. Within this for obvious necessity, there is rigor, tradition tightly convened, but so too is there a wee bit of plug-n-play nature that is somewhat untrue.

I broke a mould and I broke myself. I didn’t fit in anywhere.

Teachings a many within and without unique to those born or displaced outside of comforts or traditions altogether. Glimmers those born within either may or may not ever come to be open to more richly comprehend.

The alchemy of unbelonging and curiosity with soul experiences cosmically.

It needn’t remain a source of grief. It can be as simple as enriching the within. Being one’s own light in the dark.

Gender relations bore me. Like really fucking bore me. Isn’t it ironic how so many men want only a yes woman, or a woman that wants to be saved? Sort of how so many women want something in a man the same? Imbalancing power dynamics.

What happened to wanting sovereign and renewing relationships?

Is that too much responsibility?

Or is it too much vulnerability?

Or is it both at the same time?

One of my big shadows is I don’t lean on anyone. And now, however could I?