West: up, Up, down

though the sun shine clearly, there are times when cloud obscure the light. to the moment, I finally have let go of an old aversion, that towards weakness.

This manifests in sharing and that is something I've not been very good at for some time. As expected though, when you "undo something" there is a sort of temporary unbalance created as everything up to the point of change was based on the previous condition. If you build a house out of wood, and then realize you wana build it out of adobe, well, the house must come down.

I feel there is a lesson learned, again and again: build from the ground; let yourself fall from such contrived heights, let go of the falsehood of the self. We are neither perfect or all-knowing, but we are indeed the only one who knows, sees and does as we, each one, does. My feel was of mediocrity, how silly. From my finger print to my footprints across the desert, I , we each are unique in our existence, and bound to one source. we are many expressions of the same energy. I celebrate this.

I let the cleaved off parts of my personality nurture the roots of my being.

On the state of things worldly

Its me who does nothing to solve problems. Its me who merely talks and has yet to walk. It is me who needs to listen to the words of wisdom. I go to work on myself, inspired by the phoenix song bird that I witnessed rise from the mud despite my infectious weakness. Her song is now her life, requiring all senses to hear and feel. I will look from afar for the light she casts is bright indeed.

With my life; my misery; my love and joy, onward to beauty beyond and the next breath.