Wanting, wishing and longing are crushing into one another.
Wanting
Wishing
Crushing.
A net of doings.
Not meant to change any one.
Not meant to force anything.
Never aimed at hurting.
Stepping back.
Stepping forward.
Finding ground.
Finding.
Peace.
I can't think of wording, without considering the pitch...
Witout measuring.
Wording as a way of measuring. Weighing. I like to think about wording as a way of measuring Nothingness.
There is a voice that just needs to exit. Its urgency is like a birds singing. Vocalizing. It cannot be stopped. It can only continue to live.
Resting
in resistance.
Resting within the arms of confortable chair. Knowing ones limits. Being safe and guarded for. By a chair. By arms. Following.
Being selfish.
Wishful and selfish.
Not wanting for the self. But wishful for sharing.
Longing for sharing.
Can such longing be a hinder in sharing?
An artist longint to express.
Its that selfishness?
Not for the money but for the passionate doing in itself.
Is the scholar as selfish as the artist?
Then what about sharing?