collective reckoning, forsaken beckoning
is the reality we create ever experience-able by any other than ourselves
through our own eyes and with our own hearts.
how do you allow patience for deliverance, in the wake of so much suffering-
deliberation, manifestation,
acquisition of faith... begets broken promises
false ideals... unequated words..no syllables that can free the pure intent, as its dilution is inevitable if the frequency is wrong.
resounding notions of freedom become whispers in the latent resolution that sits still underneath the window of awareness... a formidable realness, a heavy handed motive with yet underlying quality...
fortune says you must learn from its misses.
deliberate instinctual action amidst so much chaotic immobility.
we are alone and never alone, not forsaken in our finest hours of pain, but one with the eternal emptiness that alleviates all...
can faith be restored with simple forgiveness or are there amendments to forgiveness' foundation; particulars that alter the integrity of belief.
trust is a delicate veil that permits us to be, act and expect in accordance with true-hearted belief.
if we dismiss its fragility by testing its vulnerable areas, can we overcome, mend breakage with forgiveness, or do the loopholes depend on circumstance?
seeking the balance between masochism and selflove, sacrifice and martyrdom.. where does the line exist between allowing; and asking for it.

delivering value to the world..

there is a niche for all,
an offering for everything.
consolidation for the organization of your efforts
a support system for every thought,
every instance,
every expectation,
every facet,
every notion,
every aspect of conscious living,
entrepreneurship to loving,
conscious coaches for each step of evolution,
a therapeutic solution to every emotion,
transient religions
....to monetize your processes of existence?
(when) ....does it become a shortcut to true discovery & learning?

& to those whom provide a valuable service
where does the balance exist ...between art & conformity to marketable design?
does delivering your value to the world, in all of its splendor, become compromised by selling?
by generating income on the evolution of others,
'pon exhibitionism of beauty,
by creating a packaged, buyable version of artful insight, or of unique n' genuine creation
do we sell out?
or are we delivering authentic value in the name of the greater good?

why question if your intention is in integrity
for, .... is beautiful to co-create better realities.

onewondersonewonderonesweetworld.pt.a

11.15.111215am
moments of circumnavigational reprieve lead one to believe... or speculate ...though i am not fond of the notion of speculation as i believe its essence is rooted in a fundamental negative nuance that disproportions the weight of chance.
it eludes to assumption.. redolent of grey area...the woulds and shoulds and coulds of negative emotional programming.. ought is a word ive been seeming intrinsically replacing in the vocab, where the shoulds typically pointillate articulations,  one day the elimination of all resonance of should will fill my universewquiet sense of resolute purpose.
until discovery of such term..ought ought to do.
ought to get closer to a point. w/outdigressions pointillating..
subconsciously compiling an almanac of spurious actions projected by a specific species of seekers.
iniquities abound often in the most spiritual of sanctums. we ought'nt judge for the notion of unique challenges and the dutiful openheartedness of a bodhisattvatempered outlook leads one to empathy.
forever perceiving innate truths in all is a tough gig. esp. when uncalled upon or leading to distraction of purpose and frustration of priority..a tough gig but someones gotta execute.
bigworldchangingideas take root in the truth. ....tbcw/ptb