I'm brought into submission by the quiet fact that repeatedly stares me in the face, the choices I make reflect the outcome I perceive. And these choices, there aims, intents; From where do they come? Are they my own need for more? weather it be relaxation, food to eat, pleasant surroundings etc. Or do they emerge from a deeper purpose, to be of service , to advocate the changes my deeper self longs to see?
It's very easy to be misconstrued, even forget the faces of those I'm talking too. It's difficult to be an individual that is often alone and pick and choose. Sometimes so many thoughts fill my head that I don't know which is essential. I wonder, do I have the courage to say what needs to be said, to take the necessary action? I know that I do, and that the universe provides accordingly to our actions and thoughts. Than why is choosing a path and direction so difficult? Perhaps because it seems to disclude the things I have already known and loved, the weight of one dream weighing another. Perhaps it is leaving an illusion of consistancy amongst ever-shifting conditions that shape me. I know that I have talents which I've placed value upon in the past, writing and it's articulation there of, a willingness to explore, and also a compassion for others. I also am aware of faults that hinder these principles, stubbornness, self-deception, becoming distracted and making the same mistakes.
I know that my life here is to serve a purpose and that this purpose result continues if I work with it rather than against it, even surrender to it's outcome throughout. I feel because we are always changing it's important to have a skill as a measure of consistency, or a basis of our actions. This skill for me seems to be learning planting and growth to eventually organically grow my own nourishment. This post fits more under a journal entry than poetry, but it's time for a change of pace on this bright afternoon. Until next time.
Peace & Love
Wisdom speaks, but i sense an overwhelming tension. The tension of your thick moist spider webs becoming denser with the passage of time. But notice your moments of greatest light past present and future. Know these are golden keys. Notice your moments perhaps right before you fall into the darkness. Censor nothing. Jot every scent and dont get lost as you do out i n space. I sense there are origins to be seen with your bright eyes.
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