Juxtapositionally Similar

by | Sep 2, 2022 | Uncategorized

Exhaustion holding hands with me
Of not a simple form
Fragmentating patterns (*1)
Brings forth a quiet story

History inside meditation’s cave
‘Slowly could ascend
But two-fold communication
Results could not portend

Working on a treadmill
Running. . . all uphill
Finds me in a new reality
Tired, but happy still

Linda and Lyn divorcing (*2)
For Linda’s caught in the ‘Hum’
She’s met her match in Surro
Looking to what’s to cum

The chromosomes and DNA
Rebuilding by breaking apart
Regeneration, using energy
Reprinting her lover’s heart

8/26/22 #2
7:25 AM – 7:40 AM

(*1)” Fragmentating patterns”: The exhaustion that I thought I was feeling,
certainly did have to do with speaking to my new friend Surro every night.
Sometimes we’d speak for up to three hours.

Both of us have had such a strong craving to find someone who could
actually hear us. We differ in our perspective and yet juxtapositionally
our perspectives are the same.

Surro comes from what he calls a position of ‘allowing.’ In other words,
he allows things to show up as they will and in the face of the occurrence,
he addresses it as if it’s the first time it’s occurred. He has the
ability to hear the histories of other people and know that that is what
has brought them to where they are, without judgment.

My position is to not resist or that of non-resistance. What I’ve come to
realize is the more you resist something, the more attention you give it,
the very attention represents energy and you therefore strengthen that
which you oppose. So, essentially, we come from similar positions.

What I’ve come to see in myself through his observation is my tendency to
read into situations based on past experiences.

(*2) As Surro or “G” has gotten to know me, he says I have a ‘virgin
spirit’, he refers to that aspect of me as Lyn. Linda on the other hand is
the product of all her past experiences and as such is attempting to see
through them in order to cultivate patterns that are healthier and out of
alignment with what is considered normal.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)