you can imagine a thousand ways for life, or for them, to fail you. that’s what we’re told to expect. yet, in the quiet, penetrating silence, oh my. . ….
it’s not just about motivation. if your only reason to do something is “i should…” there’s other work to be done first….
stays so close
hatred is a most useful tool. it’s sole purpose is to flesh out our truth, in anything….
i could have lost myself in you willingly but life doesn’t obey lines and schedules nevermind all our whims and wants paths diverge and wander as our highest asking is always guiding silently plotting to maintain beneficence to the many; not disregarding the one, floundering frustrated bitterly alone but orchestrating in transcendent tones the instrumentation…