For so long I’ve tried not to face the reality of the way life is. Thinking that somehow if we just did this or that it could be better. Now I see that accepting what is, is better for me. With everybody looking out for themselves like my life don’t matter. I started to ask myself well who got me? The answer is me. Always has been. When the wrong that can be done to a person is invisible but real, you learn that life is not a group activity.
That was the step I needed to heal my mind of the never ending trying. Taking in what represents as the pros and cons of humanity but always knowing where I stand. Just being honest is what gives me strength to withstand. I had to reprogram my mind to understand that everybody don’t wanna sing kumbaya in one band. In this life I am learning that my peace can only come from choosing to be moral in my plans. The only person I want to or need to convince is me, repenting for ‘my’ sins is what the Most High commands. My opinions are just that, an opinion, not demands.
If I am intrigued by anything it would be colors. Opening my mind, I explore what a circle means to me. The round shape represents a cycle that repeats. With the middle being the most free. From the middle you can see. At the outer edge is what remains like trees. Protecting the middle from being reached.
With the edge being limited in space to achieve, its situation becomes rooted, unable to leave. Unable to feel the air the middle breathes. While filtering the very same air through its leaves. With the circles edge being the beaten surface facing the heat. Behind the edge is every layer inside hoping that the edge won’t face defeat.
Each time it does, and it becomes the next layers turn to leap. Eventually the middle sits in the edges seat. Or the circle can grow making sure that the edge is never left too long to weep. Growth becomes like watered seeds. With new layers the edge before the last moves closer to what is believed to be the middles peak. Though with growth the middle is safe and never breached.
The circles layers come into play. Circular lollipops only go one way. Unless bubble gum protects the center from being ate. A circle made of clay builds and hardens as much as your patience can wait. While a full moon can frighten and amaze. With the sun providing vitamins and blaze. Circles that cannot be touched are safe. On the ground like tires more layers, more days.
Triangles feel like a signal or symbol. The 3 points represent what is sentimental wanting to rekindle. At least for the originator of the triangle’s temple. Timeless, always in the process of being observed or adding differentials. Triangles become ancient credentials. Little or exponential varies not in the triangles potential to become another one’s essential. Its importance chooses the top not the middle. Understanding of can be simple or a riddle.
Squares are one or two things. Either drawn to restrict or build like bricks. There sharp lines make it easier for what’s in mind to stick. Making what is indecisive strict. Anything is possible when the sharp lines of a box allow one to predict. The pinpoints create an ordered prefix. She teaches one to commit. She is goals and maintaining for the one who gets the hint. When the goals are not building but instead tearing down, she becomes the order that contradicts.
