when i step back now and again from the doing and simply observe, the set pieces are taking shape, the players are confident through etheric rehearsal, and the song is nearly singing itself. this grand play requires the absolute depth of me, and the tighter i try to grasp the handle, the looser my grip….
do we have to be rid of our demons before we can live a full life? the self-help, personal growth, “new” thought, awakening arena is primarily based on the premise there is something wrong with us. we’re taught from before we can reason and discern words and meanings until the day we expire that something…
one of a kind you, me, them… kind of fascinating. a patient, kind word grounding compassionate… all kinds of love; life reflects respects unveils, and unfolds in kind… there is no substitute for kindness.
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