August 1
Porcellano
Some days I feel like a porcelain doll; hard head, hard hands, hard feet and everywhere else is soft, gormless. I feel useless and act out my feelings, stumbling through a day of pointless inactivity. I know that I belong on a shelf or propped upon the pillows of a bed, not fine enough for curio or collection, merely someone of marginal decorative value. I have gotten away from the meaning of me, the thrum of G-d’s intentions and am trapped in this world of elaboration; everything is embellished and nothing is real. It is time to put my foot down; to feel the earth solid and right, to catch my mind and take it out of its greasy spin. I am not a China doll and it is time to walk away from these purloined thoughts.
Wear a white cotton cord around your waist
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I KNOW
I know more than I understand.
I know more than I let on.
I know right from wrong
Left from right, uphill from down.
I know you have my best interest at heart
I know I often don’t.
I know it hurts when I fall
But holding on isn’t easy.
I know that wanting is not needing
And needing is not enough
I know old thinking breeds old action
But new thinking is often wild
And requires two minds for review.
I know to look three ways before crossing the street
Because trouble sometimes hits head on.
I know that if life is the question, yes is the answer
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