The more i travel this path, the more i have come to see that i am not waiting for anything. I already posses the tools, the willingness, the skill, the keys. I am, quite deeply, everything which I have ever longed to be.
I am a healing knight, in transit, approaching destination. Well on my way, with a calm, and a peace i did not know was possible, or dare hope for, or even imagine I might possess.
This is a time of truce. there is no solution, nothing is resolved, yet the warring mob is silent as i move from a place of status, and objects, ties and obligations toward the swiftness of light, and radiant truth and resolution.
On this journey i have discovered that home, my heart, is a deep a swamp as the tools i have used to slash away at the mangroves to liberate me. For the obstacles are not always mangroves… at times they are baobabs, and while my swords may slice, and slash at these thick trunks of trees, i could not hope to pass without an axe, without assistance, without an idea, inspiration, a plan.
The most difficult challenge of the journey is in realizing my unconscious thoughts, beliefs, and fears. These are a monastic squad of heavily armed guards with dazzling weaponry, and unrivaled accuracy. We are adept at slashing away the curtains, and stepping onto solid ground, and yet, too quickly we are surrounded by our own devices, and discover that these bright blades are at arms, in the stalemate of deadlock, pointed at ourselves.
The result of this is heartbreak, failure, defeat. There can be no other way. When the heart is the cost of my thinking, we die. When my thought is the price of my heart, we die, we die.
Come with me, my love, and let us walk this gentle pathway which extends so generously between the vicious swords of thinking, and the roaring ocean of the heart, and collaborate, cooperate, make love, kiss deeply, and whisper all of our hopes and dreams to the stars.
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