“I choose not to believe that.”
It’s something that I say to thoughts
That arise with accompanying anxiety, ingratitude, or distrust,
No matter the familiarity, plausibility, or apparent wisdom they seek to convey.
And then I turn my mind toward the loving peaceful void of not knowing what is good,
And wait for new and better thoughts to arise,
Revelations out of the unseen place.
For how else will we be led out
Of damaging paradigms
Without renunciation
Of all that comes not bearing light.
