Over the arch of time science, as much as metaphysics, have become equally important. Melding a pragmatic awareness, less wishful thinking, more broadly real. Brutal, at times, discovering myself the enemy who leads me astray with grief, sorrow and ideals I’ve not been able to let go of until now. Objectivity is strength to anneal an otherwise tremulous position on those I love/loved: past, present, future.
Not a monotone nor steel but a flexible gyre of energy surround the core of my perception and disinclination to judge or mourn the having or loss.
“Born to be wild - live to outgrow it.” - Lao Tzu
. . . discovered as fortunate in my life to not be mired in love the way I longed to be. How long it took, absent consciousness, the love I gave fallen upon stone. Wherein to persist would be to attempt not only the impossible but criminal activity; to change that which I professed love when in fact I longed to have the beloved define me instead of myself.
Long bewildered by several who forgave their assassins in the act at life's departure. I know now, of and for myself, what I give and its power . . . 24/7/365 is something I do with myself and The Author of Life and no other.
Equivocal, until now, in the extreme. Oblivious the unfolding of me, a myth impossible, being too serious to be real or attempt and fail.
Advantage to me being, several times a week, in a pool of water charged with the energy of several, if not all, who share their trials and responses. Details of their how while I sense their why. No longer curious about how it is that I receive this energy but embrace and celebrate the changes invoked . . . the process of alteration and change. Sensing there will never be a: I am there! complete, whole and accomplished. Its a process not a goal.
Add: I have a sense of departure from whence to when being a contributor versus a consumer.
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