Analyze that! I dare you.

I don’t ever want to know it all.

Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, Krishna, Confucius, did he know it all?

I’m not comparing myself with God.

That would be too grandiose.

I am god

god is all around me, god is 

consciousness,

not a thing, not a thing to be trifled with

I don’t ever want to know it all.

For then I would be done, done, cooked, finé.

When do we begin to come into our own?

I can see it in his face, no longer a boy, not yet a man.

It’s in the eyes.

When we’ve lost our innocence, but gained something greater.

Wisdom perhaps?

You won’t know until you try.

I need to fall down sometimes, and no! I don’t want your help up… thanks.

The jaw line is a little stronger,

more defined.

The mouth smiles,

but it is set.

The placement of the neck on the shoulders,

is established –

Just don’t get too stuck in your ways, boy.

Remember to lift your head child,

every once in a while, read the signs

remember what they say – pay attention to the details.

I wish I had as much faith as my mother

Who are THEY anyway? Faith: complete trust or confidence in someone or

something; trust, belief, conviction; optimism, hope, hopefulness.

It is not true that we start to die the moment we are born.

I do not believe this.

I believe we begin to die the moment we stop trusting in our ability.

If not me, than who?

STOP JUDGING!

When I can get off it, so can you.

I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.

I didn’t mean to say that, it just slipped out… or did it…?

That’s what makes us human after all –

These darn things, our minds, I don’t mind, mind your mind daughter.

Who knew it would be this hard?

Easy. Who you callin’ easy, chicken?

Chicken? Who you callin’ chicken, dinner?

Dinner?

This is how my mind works – we all

strive to make connections,

sometimes connecting the most

unreasonable things into a necklace that

resembles a ball and chain more then a string of pearls

don’t put yourself in a box, sister

Reaching for identity

I call myself a name, What's in a name?

That which we call a rose


By any other name would smell as sweet

Juliet

speaks to Romeo

The means by which we share

our hearts

Speak of me as I am.

Nothing extenuate,

nor set down aught in malice.

The means by which we relate as humans

Being to being

I trust you.