Call me “intense”
Call me “inconsistent”
Call me “unpredictable”
Call me “unstable”
Call me “eccentric”
Call me “hard to keep up with”
Call me “over the top”
Call me “too much”
Call me “crazy”
Call me “a seeker”
Call me “courageous”
Call me “letting go”
Call me “a risk taker”
Call me “a truth teller”
Call me “an adventurer”
Call me “open to Spirit”
Hey, since it’s worth having one handle, anyway
And since “Majo” works for me
Call me Majo
But what if none of this other stuff applies?
What if it’s all shit we’re making up?
What if all these words are
Part of the burden
Part of the past
Part of the weight
Part of the pain
Part of the junk pile I wish to burn
What if none of them actually are me –
Or you?
What if the greatest gift you can give me
Is to be confused
Is to be not knowing
Is to let it all go –
All the labels, all the ideas
All the past
All the images of who I am
And who you are -
And see what happens.
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2 comments:
For me, the labeling is all my own personal quantitative description of what 'crazy' or 'courageous' might mean to me in the present moment. And the ratings of crazy and courageous would be so different for each of us depending on our life experiences. I, for one, think perhaps the autistics and schizophrenics have lots of the answers to lots of our questions if we just knew how to communicate on their level.So I don't categorize them as crazy, simply unique...as did Carl Jung.
And after all, isn't this the best place on earth to be a little (or a lot) weird? If that's your style...
like it.
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