It has always seemed easier, I guess, to write of things confusing, hurting, inconclusive, incomprehensible.
Simply when, after nights spent in passion, in blinding bliss, there were then night’s alone, craving; the pen would not free the words fast enough.
Even as I admit the statements above seem of confusion.
Understand me when I say: clarity has never been so clear.
Before I guess what was at that exact time I thought like a dream I could shift & change at my will. Though voicing ‘everything happens for a reason’, I did not practise. Falling in love, in awe, trusting the idea that I had of formable & tangible relationships…
Ideas that I had back then have what my past in its presence could have be… can had been??
The past, my past, this past of this lifetime, seems up & down, side-to-side, round ‘n round, twirling, swirling until it came to a dead halt… it stopped.
Master I have preached & verbally proved over & over as much as I could to hearing ears… I feel now I am ready to learn further, push deeper, and practise intensely. My present, as still as my grounded presence. I can re-shape all that I know, with metaphors & examples of diverse situations as much as I can.
I confuse my present with the thoughts I had yesterday of what today would be like. I take so much responsibility for the universe’ intends & tends…
The reigns I try to control & tug on are endless, I just LET GO! And oh…the world still spins…
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