spirit. i love this word. i want to be with it, and i want to get with it.
to call myself spiritual, with that abstractificationizer ‘-ual’, feels like setting myself…
even calling the word ‘it’ feels like holding her at a distance. sometimes him. pretty queer. i love how they point inward.
i love this word spirit because everybody knows what you mean.
because when you see it, you know it.
because there are no prerequisites.
because using it doesn’t come with the expectation that you would want anyone else to use it too.
because she’s gentle, open, listening fully and completely. never asking you to know more than you know. always inviting you to come as you are.
because to come as you are is the real work.
to accept truth as you are is not a pragmatic undertaking.
life is a force of terrifying beauty and the spirit unreasonable.
there is a word that you choose.
there is the word that chooses you.
there is this word for one chosen & chooser.
grandpa, did i tell you?
i love your triattitudes.
they make me think…
oho! god is a mathematician who loves quotienting away!
and now that i have erdös rolling over in his grave,
but i’d sooner become the mystery