sweet n low

egg day
tap tap crack it open

let it run
until heat and hand decide
you got to know your own mind

or
get lost in the scramble

untitled 5.1

on a rainy sunday afternoon
i went to the store and bought
gallon paint buckets of many colors
i brought them home, carrying one
in each hand
up up up the stairs to my room
opening one by one, stirring as needed
with both hands i
threw one by one
up up up onto the wall

it was in letting go
that i felt it

all this time i had thought
if i...
do this...
say this..
do this...
say this...
be open to this...

but what a futile external road

who has ever
controlled the outcomes
of their actions

i throw the paint
but i don't know exactly what it will look like
how much will make it up
how it will stick, splatter and fall

i only know that i threw it up there
and decided, what's next?





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"the greatest journey is the one within"