Exactly where i need to be because i'm here. That's all i need to know. Seeing our consciousness like our hands. Sure, they could have stayed mitten-like, but chose to divide into fingers for function. The universe supports the healing process, placing all things on platters, served to us, waiting to be received. Gratification unable to conclude from the plagues of figuring things out. Standing strong in personal truth, tall in unique values, & sure in life's purpose prevents the tossing of external should & agendas that are projected. To keep a close eye on the narratives adopted, & recognizing that all things happen for us as we call them into our field of awareness.
I shed expectation. Am i the art that i make, the words that i write, the things that i do? In the event that i say no to all of the above, what identity is left? A peaceful beingness. Recognizing my resistance to people prying into my business, which in order to uphold must operate on the belief of separation. It is valentines day after all. Must be living in a lover's dream. One takes what is available among cultural constructs respectively, unless transcending the demands & thus finding expansion beyond any imagined possibilities. Which happens to mean that romance has been abound, making love to me with the wind for air to breathe. I'd not think of lowering a standard to feel desired. The grounded routimentary part of myself needs nothing else to continue learning & growing. The angst part of myself that sheds skin continuously wants my entire world to flip upside down into the unknown so i couldn't possibly attach to anything. Living in my own heaven, aware of my own potential hell. Not to make any movements until the moment is ripe with conclusive knowing. A beautiful place to be in between what one knows & one does not know. To maintain the climb of personal inquiry, finding understanding through experiential learning, in the midst of gracious gratitude to find more of the same. Here to unwind.