I just experienced a few days where I fell into a mood or funk, as some people call it. I simply have to ‘wait it out’ sometimes, but usually can transmute or rise above such things easily and quickly. A friend of mine said, “Be gentle with yourself.” Perfect.
I often write poetry when in a funk. Here’s one I wrote:
Inane Wondering
particles of freedom
holograms
NDE: Death Café is coming to town
definitely
deathinitely.
ovulations of silent contemplations;
physical body is a womb for the soul
giving birth to
~goodbyes as hellos~
I wonder if stability is the paradox of the insane?
© 10/14/2019, Timothy G Cameron