Music, words and imagery. A truth seeking wanderer.
There are many good and noble things to die for. Many things die every day. People die. Relationships die. Careers die. Businesses die. Nations and civilizations die. Planets, stars and galaxies die. So, what is worth killing for?
The world is a loud, noisy place. Information and opinions and flashy headlines and ad campaigns are ubiquitous, constantly pounding into our skulls the ideas, messages and agendas of someone else, generally under the guise of being “for the common good”. We must be ever vigilant with our cognitive and emotional resources.
Desire engages the infinity of the universe. Our programs and conditions limit their expression and flow.
I go where I am most needed.
I am no martyr, nor a victim. But I have suffered for it, inasmuch as my capacity to grasp the bigger picture is possible in the moment. I have triumphed and overcome, grown through and been undone. That, I’ve learned, is crucial to the integrity of the process and utterly unavoidable.
For a long time, I used to be calculating with how and when I would give or share my love, energy and attention. “What about my needs?” would inevitably creep in to my otherwise genuinely generous state of mind, degrading and demoting a caring presence into a transaction. “This is a one-way relationship…me to them. It’s all about them.” is another frequent scarcity-based belief, a condition, a program I’ve learned is not my own. I borrowed it at some point, and it has poisoned my process, my beingness, my authenticity in critical moments.
