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.
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