The River of Me

I had closed absolute ideas when I was young. But they changed rapidly, as I changed. Other people did not appear as flexible. I am pliable to the maximum degree. Why can’t you stick with something? Someone asked me. I do, but only as long as they uplift me, enlighten me or delight me. Other ideas are put into canoes, and I float them down no-return river. Ideas come to me in the middle of the night. They come to me as I am brushing my teeth. They flow down my back, past my posterior, down my legs. They pool onto the bathroom floor. I do not bother to scoop them up, because I get so many. I can get these tomorrow or the next day. Or maybe never. Other people have religious and political beliefs. I believe in spirituality, mysticism, imagination, love, and me. Love is what I think this world is here to teach. The only lesson actually…..the big idea is to love everyone. Everyone you meet and everyone you will ever meet. I think this is the Godmind’s idea, because it is the only one I have ever kept. All other ideas are gone now, or twisted up into treetops or floated down the river of me.