Out Standing in My Field
Trying to remove expectations is like trying to unseed a field; it is damn near impossible until something crops up, though when it does I must act swiftly lest things take root. Tedious as it is, weeding the fields of unreasonable expectancy saves me from so much frustration later on. I don’t recognize it, but expectations are like little dictators forever ruling me; leaving no room for G-d or direction, not to mention flexibility or change. Tap roots dive for the vein and my life depends on fleet elimination of unsuitable desire. I can want. I can strive. I can not leave expectations to grow in my garden.
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Stretching is not equivalent to change
Limbering is nice
And warms the muscles, body and soul.
Over-reaching, over-compensation is trauma
It distorts the symmetry
And breeds erroneous thinking.
Extension beyond the bounds sets me up for a fall
I misinterpret touching with finger tips
With a firm and able grasp.
I don’t step forward because I believe
I have a hand on things
Failing to see how this is different from an embrace.
The sinew tears
And the fabric of life is destroyed
I lean forward but I go nowhere.