Day Two Hundred Sixty Four: My Edge is Sharp

Sometimes when I am tired my words come out sharper than I mean them to sound. And then I spend hours castigating myself over them. 


And perhaps it was not even noticed. I have a low tolerance for low tolerance. 


I realize that Lao Tzu is correct. Silence is best. Understanding comes with non-judgement. Nothing is worth using my sharp edge. 


Silence it is.


So, in my quiet, the maze of my life becomes apparent. And there are lots of dead ends.

Tuesday, September 21: sharpie on paper, 9x12