Choose True Nature

a gold diggers fractured fairy tale

run run run aweigh down That Ho Way Hi Way

run to Para Dice? 

run to The Next Merry Go Round Pole Pony? 

run away to The Next Free Ride? 

a mealy ticket two escape from what? 

running cents less scripts enmeshed

running on fumes and fear and futile projections

addicted to check outs addicted to buy pass

addicted to lost inn living addicted to running fast

so fast and out in front, The Long Eared Flappy Hare

winning racing maintaining pace and pace and pacier pace

whew... exhaustipated... stuck up from pushing so so hard

squeeze that price less pipet drop  

squeeze the pips until they squeak

squeeze the last ounce out of that vaporless vapid tank

running on MT running on fumes running on end less tread mills

so funny that wherever you go, you are...

you can never run away from Your True Self

where ever you go, you are always The Presence

so who is This Self? 

The Only Self running down that rapaciously repetitive deep record grooved hi ho hi way? 

who are you? 

Really? 

Not the little fence jumping escapee, 

not the tired exhausted run from life runner, 

not the so tied tired caged tamed animal

not the rebel with or without a cause, 

not the inner child fleeing stories of mum or dad or sis or brother? 

not the people pleasing perfectionist serving others from depletion

not the hard armored hard hearted loudly telling dis integrated ego

not the she'll be right mate suck another tinny sink another shot run away baby boy

not the laughing jackass the hurting hyena the marauding maudlin 

not the turgid tick of approval the nefarious mosquito the blood sucking leech

not the mummies boy safely wrapped entombed at Home On Drugs, For Life. 

not daddies pedestal princess with prancing pony and may pole garlands

not the soiled sins of the eons for carrying God and The Family Heritage

not pass fail pass fail quick tick of academic approval (only a well graded well oiled rode?)  

not favor one child, you as that sublime sibling, above or instead of another

not checked out with vain insurrections lush loser happy hours and blind knights of approval 

not busily minding every one else's business whilst yours crashes and burns

so do you even know the you who is always there? Not All The Not's, high, escaping above

so do you get to know who is doing all this busy running? who is doing all this knotting? 

so do you ever stop and pause and pause some more? then reflect yeah, who the actual fuck am I? 

you are not the minions running rampant rising routes

you are not the pony express heads west staged casting couch

you are not the tumble weed coke cane pain of never being enough

you are not a child hood farce of lack and loose or tight obedience

you are not a pointed pony ride run away over The Mountains (inn winter) 

you are not to escape the cold the bitter snow the icy frigid wins 

you are not a lad inn's cave, a sunken chest a treasure trove for taking

you are not discombobulated (unless you're running blind on empty down That Hi Way...)

you are not running here running there running like the tortoise and The Hare

you are not running on fumes of an empty tank (unless you choose depletion to discount your Self) 

so all those lost in living gold digging hi way minion with shot livers? 

festering wounds are only those left unattended

drop the dross, clear the decks, get totally honest and simply ask

How old is silence? 

be Ok with true nature

be Ok with accepting YOU are The Presence

be Ok with not enmeshing, enabling or following a path not of your choosing.

pause more, reflect on experience and ask what is my lesson? 

return to your own lane, mind your own business, fill your own bucket, first. 

once full, once fine and flowing and fresh, commune in community & share your a bun dance... 

(how absurd... why so siri ass, unless it is...) 

then rest, restore, reflect and rise

naturally cyclical and seasonal don't you think? 

choice, priority, discernment, 

grounded, gracious, humble, 

know who you are 

know what you don't want 

know what you deserve AND

do not settle for less

listen and believe and hold space and openly honestly directly communicate

BUT first we all must create The Inner Space To Be That Vessel, That Receptive Deeper Channel. 

so take no shit, your own or others, 

boundaries baby, do not leave home without them. 

so do not hold onto any shit, your own or others, 

flush regularly, let that shit gooooo... 

do not BE a big (unconscious) shit, that shit is just smelly, 

awareness and consciousness vs NFI

but give a shit 'cos its wonder full to Be kind and caring 

(without senseless people pleasing depletion or empath as victim enmeshment) 

let other's own their gold digging speedy ungrounded talk fest run away choices

communicate directly, grown ass, vulnerable NOT in veiled minion tippy toe metaphors

know and choose your own true nature 

choose being kind not right, (rule Number One? NO ASSHOLES!)

stand for something or you will fall for anything, 

be discreet, be discerning, be tender, kind and sincere. (and mudder duckers can get #quackquack)

core values matter 

self knowledge matters 

true nature and knowing your own, matters. 

you can't put a flower in an asshole and call it a vase...

reality check, puh leeeeese 

let it be as some beetle sang

live your life your way

create and choose your priorities

and if any anxious hi way chaos or run away gold diggers or unconscious assholes 

costs you your Peace

don't go there... 

Choose Joy Choose Innocent Mischief Choose To Get To Know True Nature

Your own.