Word Porn

Words are everything and nothing. Without the heart, words are empty. The duality of their handshake, and yet we focus more on the words than the heart behind them. We use them to express but even that is sloppy at it’s best for how can you express something when you are only paying attention to half of the equation? They are duality, or rather a kind of polarity, They move us beyond realms and at the same time limit and restrict what we are truly trying to say.

There are many polarities that surround us like a giant yin-yang forever circling. Sometimes I am the small white dot in a giant black space trying to illuminate the divine. Sometimes I am the small black dot turned inward and hating myself in all the pure white. Sometimes I am the big black space existing for others to see their light and sometimes I am the big white space offering empathy and love and compassion for others lost.

Words are weapons and band-aids. We over explain and use more words than necessary to try and convey what the heart understands simply. Forever trying to define more when what we need is less. We put words first when they should sometimes be last. Forever dividing, categorizing, and separating as we zoom in the microscope to try to understand the complexities of the universe. For as much as we zoom in we have forgotten we also need to zoom out. Once something is divided and categorized we need to then back up and fuzzy the image definition. To stop seeing the individual pixels and see how they all add to the bigger image.

We forget the constant polarity of everything. Good versus Bad. Dark versus Light. Happy versus Sad. Turmoil versus Peace. The problem is the versus. They are not at odds like we tend to believe for everything has a purpose. You do not grow without pain. It is as much a benefit to us as what we feel are the positives. When you understand that the shadow is not there to scare you but to help you understand the beauty it posses then we become a more whole entity.

Words, words, How I love words and yet they aren’t enough. They are the gateway to your inner self and the reality you exist in but they are not everything, just another expression trying to understand the duality.

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