not yet punditik

image from http://likesuccess.com/ She is gone You said her time was up Her lease expired She left the day you looked at your past And told it the cliché My past does not define me She left the day you shouted down the urging That whispered that life was large That there must be more than this She left the day you refused to acknowledge That the past was hurt And had a hold on you She left in that instance And your past became your now And you embraced it She left the moment Your past became your future And you received it She left the day you acquiesced yourself To not seeking To not healing The instance That you died While you still lived She did not go softly She fought and pleaded But you were determined You unthreaded her slowly In action and in deed From the weft and warp of your being Piece by piece into the bin Smaller and smaller she became Then just a smudge You dusted off your ha...

image from http://likesuccess.com/ They - the world, keep on telling me, that it is not about me.  That it is about the people in my life, my interactions and relationships.  It’s about others.  That I should view them as more important than I. And that making it all about me is the height of selfishness and egocentricity. But, I recently had a conversation with someone, and subsequently sat in the audience for a sermon, and the message was the reverse – It is all about me.  My life is about me, my actions are about me, and what I am doing is about me.  It is all about me. One view point must be right, and the other wrong.  Or could both be right.  A conundrous situation that.  And could there be too, a third prism?  That third part - I am not going to even entertain. So - two sides, to it.  A coin.  With one side about me, and the other not about me?  Double sided me.  Within the width transverse of me th...