What would it be like for you to stop reading, and to just be read instead?
Could you stop writing, and be written?
Could you abandon all theories and analyses? Each and every interpretation?
Banish your precious questions, your beloved search.
You once had to find great courage to set out and seek.
Now, great courage is required to stop,
the courage of a mother in labor, and of her child being born.
Do children worry as they move from the womb to the world?
Do mothers ask how to give birth as they give birth to their daughters and sons?
What would that be like, to stop?
To stop asking questions?
To stop wondering, and waiting, and wondering why you’re waiting?
See, there’s no such thing as waiting.
There’s only this eternal arrival.
You can trust it.
You can stop. Not because you’ll never get there, but
because you already are.
Thought provoking! Makes me starts questioning a lot of things, after the STOP!
Andrew, you continue to inspire and awe me with your insights. Thank you.
Andrew,
Again you moved me with your writing—thank you! Your perspectives trigger something deeper for me and make me stop and try to grab a bit more of the feeling.
For whatever reason, this week’s writing prompted me to revisit one of my favorite artists lyrics:
A GOOD MAN (© Mark Weigle)
Today as I was walking up the street
I stepped over a man, I thought was asleep
But I heard a voice from beneath my feet
He said to me…
How am I supposed to be a good man
When you decide just what it is that means
How am I supposed to be a strong man
When you’ve long since decided that I’m weak
I remember mother’s boy and teacher’s pet
And the lessons I was taught
Used to be I’d love to sit for hours and dream
Now I wish that I could stop
How am I supposed to be a proud man
When pride just makes it harder to survive
How am I supposed to be a rich man
When poison is all my money buys
I remember mother’s boy and teacher’s pet
Tripping mines and dodging bombs
Used to be I’d love to sit for hours and dream
Now I wish that I could stop
How am I supposed to be a young man
When I’m certain that I died long ago
How am I supposed to be a dead man
When my body won’t surrender up my ghost
Thanks, Jeff, appreciate you
Absolutely amazing! What great depth 🙂