It is on you–the lilting cry to be noticed, acknowledged; be seen as more than your poorly schooled past.
It is pungent, that fragrance: the one sourced from too-loud-laugh lily, and the overly exuberant ‘Hi-how-are-yous’ from your patch of morning glory.
What is it with you? and the loud, clashing brashness, of your attempts to be some universe’s big bang?
Do you fear that the subtlety of unslippered feet, will unearth some gap that will swallow your existence?
It is okay to sit in silence, and allow the vastness of the world to overwhelm you.
You will not cease to exist, if you learn to accept that sometimes one smile will suffice, where a thousand words cannot.
You will not be unanchored if a mind like mine, refuses to re-voice your ‘Good days’, and ‘Good nights’.
If anything, we have already tied you here, while listening to the vibrations of the Great Earth’s hum, beneath the thump-thump-thump of your _______ footsteps.
It is all right, good man, to seek the warm sun of Notice,
But I wish you would understand, that it will rise, and bless the land,
No matter what you do;
And for those of us who seek the shadows, because we sometimes prefer shade,
The heat of the sun still kisses us;
For we have learned to see through her glare.
K.N.O.W. Sunday, May 22, 2016. 12.42 p.m.
Because an extrovert has been annoying me lately 😐 Take with a grain of salt 🙂