your internal dialogues like burroughs of a vast cityscape...
coming together under a unified name.
moments of resonating progress and clarity are overshadowed by the vast terrain inside the unknown.
i think too much and the words get jumbled, fumble over each other like sheepherded peeps making a break for a fire exit.
the soft flow of tuning into the divine becomes elusive when imposed structure sedates it.
so instead be quietly lulled, patient, think little, be present, yet only to be an instrument for the symphony of the soul that can only be heard when fearlessly surrendered to.
i listen for the breath of the truth that's adjacent to the vacancy of thought
there is a fine line between wisdom and admittance of complete lack of knowledge.
i choose the path of knowing nothing,
for in those moments i become clearer and more at peace than i have ever been.
as with presence in humility,