Acting as a lonely soul in a quiet room provoked me to pour my hear out…
What does it mean to pour ones heart out? “Is there someone waiting with a spoon taking heart in parts and pouring it out.” You asked with the usual smirk.
I wondered…. Have I been fooled for more than twenty years? Then voices of Eckhart Tolle Eckoed or was it Holakouee echoed in my ear. I don’t know who exactly said:”No one can fool us we fool ourselves” It seems we do this while smiling at a pink Lagoon, all along calling it blue…..
Accepting the is-ness of a situation. That was where my challenge laid. Or rather the none accepting of the iss-ness.
“how stupid I must have been….all these years…quietly building a bubble house….to raise little chicks….”
“Are you raising little chicks?” you ask as you hadn’t notice the little feet around the house.
I smelt the consumption of some flammable liquid near where you slept. “Are you drinking blood I asked?’
You laughed while bursting the bubbles of my little house one by one.
There was a little old lady who lived in a shoe…. I heard a voice that filled up my cup and looked up at the moon to see my grandma smiling.
The spirit of our ancestors are watching us……..
Penpaperparissa 
