Inside Of Us All

There is a creativity and artistic language inside.
It’s a laughter and youthful celebration of, “us.”
As vibrant as the spectrum is too, we’re all children of this worldly life.
So abstract and outstanding we are.
And mildly overwhelming and silent as we came and went.
But the answers are out there in the wilderness.
They’re out there sifting and stalking anything to survive.
And so on, things change dramatically to no avail.
It’s an expression just dying to get out.
It just wants to be set free, yes, free to roam about and discover.
It wishes to inspect its surrounds and environment.
All it longs for is escape, and liberation from these restricting walls.
And you ask me where I’m from.
You ask it of me as casually as a friend, but who are you?
Friends don’t care what problems you may possess.
They have their own dooms and demons as well.
So your original question must have been wrong.
I’ll forgive you, stranger.
I know mistakes happen so often, you see.
To not judge and be forgiving is one step of the process.
It gets you closer to the answers you desire, and closer to the friendship that you now inadvertently seek.
A strange coincidence this is, between strangers indeed.
But I recall doing two things just now; answering your first question and last question together.
I’ve single handedly showed you how to quiet your inner inquiry, and given you the perfect example of how to be.

~ by AmpHarper on December 20, 2011.