The daily doing
pauses
the tooing and frowing….opts…to…stand.
The daily exerting opinion of musts and shoulds chooses instead….to yield…even listen…
And still ….
sometimes….
amidst the pausing…
there’s a knowing….
~ that it’s not all up to me…
~ that there is an impelling felt by all too…
~ that truths have endured millenium of ridicule and wrong…and so will continue still…
And mine?
to do?
May be as simple and sweet as not tooing and to-doing…stirring and stewing….fretting and frowing…
but rather…..
quite simple….
to know….
to love….
to be…