Same Old Way
The poem, Same Old Way, was written when I was 24. I used to judge my older poems from ego without spirit, but I read them now.
The poem, Same Old Way, was written when I was 24. I used to judge my older poems from ego without spirit, but I read them now.
I am so grateful.
Even when I seem to forget, I am grateful.
That’s who I truly AM.
But, sometimes, I forget.
I get distracted.
I get distracted by appearance.
I get distracted by my body.
I get distracted by the feelings.
We are the egg
To be broken open by Life
Whether we create an
Omelet
A pie
Cookies
Or a dish…