Mischievous Maturity…mischievous maturity….
A phrase that I hope can break though deep into humanity.
It’s like a compliment, but an insult as well.
It’s a mirror for revealing, and for altering.
It can warp the world the way we may have all wished in our dreams.
It can transcend the weakness in satire and exposés.
“Mischievous maturity” is a bit of a catharsis for much frustration with people.
It could be a way to move closer to resemble the concept of virtue.
If I could give it another name,
If I could call it something else.
it would be “tender recklessness”.
I would call out everyone
as being guilty of that goodness.
I would say that they were all
being unhinged in their softness.
I would tell it right to the faces
of those I ever felt truly and madly went against
what I think would have been nice for them to do.
And I would sing it softly to everyone I ever saw
that went above and went beyond
what I expected human niceness was
before that very day.
If there’s a reason you lack fondness for a person,
it’s because they may be so recklessly tender.
That is to say, there’s a sickeningly sweet level of warmth
in their urges to move forward,
to do what they feel is righteous or expressive.
If there’s a reason you love someone’s way of being,
it’s because they could be very reckless, but so tenderly.
There’s a savory and stylish lack of real discretion
in the missions they have steadily set themselves upon.
There’s an enchanting chill
inside their will
to go away from things,
for them and all to heal.
There’s an encapsulating heat
inside the desire to move closer to things
for them all to be forged more beautifully together.
Recklessly tender, it sounds like a love song.
It’s the rippling waves in which action and inaction find their pulse.
Tender recklessness, it helps ignite a fire
in which grandiose pursuits have found outrageous energy.
Neither really heat or cold,
it’s something like internal weather that changes the atmosphere.
Move forward, resist, do nothing, be composed,
do whatever can be called doing.
It’s all so soft, no matter how savage it acts.
It’s all so powerful, no matter how light it feels.
Just call it tender, tender, recklessness,
or reckless, reckless, tenderness.
Two names waver in a form like breath.
Just like oxygen and CO2.
Now that you can see how a personal and cultural storm may form
do you see a bit better how sides in a cultural war
do writhe with discontent,
how sickened we can be by the declarations of each other?
It’s when someone
is closest to finding that spot of endearing progress,
and then chooses to veer off far away,
BUT MANAGES TO COME BACK,
that those people start to feel, to us,
like something more enthralling than a mighty hero.
I could not agree more with that being what makes someone very noble.
I could not disagree more with ignoring the CONTENTIOUS COSMIC ENERGY in that.
You see someone travel across the universe and back
And think, yes, that should be
who and what I try to imitate,
instead of seeing that
as the game we all do play.
Invest in that kind of hero
and you’re likely to come crying at your own deep misdeeds.
And later on, climb back up and become ever more beautiful,
as the world may or may not suffer from your expansion.
Not knowing what you’re doing, and managing to come out on top,
that is the unifying essence of the loveable and the loathsome.
Having a clear path decided, and falling short,
that is what’s in common, for sympathy-worthy allies,
and those offending villains we insult in cackling pride.
Some of us can only find a sense of dignity
by stepping around these kinds of adamant sparks
as they come about in common life.
They are those among us
who don’t discard and foster friendships as instinctively as others.
We must LEARN THE SOCIAL VIBRATIONS if we want to hold our heads high.
So few of that type of person does a good job explaining what they even are,
because they have the most to yet unravel.
They achieve the least and also achieve most vastly,
practically bending space by far the most.
Seeing possibility, moving through time,
shaping our space in a way we find pleasant.
Guiding oneself, making life out of friction between urge and decision,
encouraging others indirectly as we meet and greet them.
Expressing our feelings, musing on what should be,
carefully roaring at what shouldn’t.
Believing that helping people is the only real thing,
and disinterest is weakness,
Knowing that control is a hoax,
and that detachment is a form of strength,
we never really decide which one of those willful energies is more dignified.
So as we think, and act, and feel, and live, and do things that reach out far beyond us,
we writhe tenderly, and dance recklessly.
We SHINE carefully, WEAVE with intensity.
This is the MOTION we see as being GENUINELY BEAUTIFUL
or as a merely STYLISH sort of TANTRUM.
RECKLESS TENDERNESS represents everything I wanted to evolve far beyond
and everything I’m glad that I’ve become.
And trying to name it has allowed me to be decent
to those who can see my own sort of vibrations on the precipices of everything.
There is no other way for the world to grow
because this is how it’s always been,
and how it ever could be.
Shifting forward in a dance, cracking off pieces of your previous self,
in a good attempt at being marked with dignity
by the mess that flies upon you.
So very supremely human,
so worthy of discretionary love,
so tenderly, tenderly reckless,
just like a blooming flower on a cliff.
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