Ah, the close [who are those of close relationships?] is the rub or the lack of contact is the snag...in the world's rush to DO we become undone and detached and disengaged from one another. And, larger, I fear, we set ourselves on a path where we, our soul, is not kept on that pedestal where is is sacrosanct...Intact, mellowing to mount into more not less!
Why do we shed our constructions of self? It is the growing realization, for me, that in the days accumulated so far by for me...ME is living daily, working ineptly, but gravely....NOT expressing ME.
The bottled and set-asides I have created...Would fill that proverbial book(s). It is the wealth of assets of works and words that I will, intentionally, manifest. The volumes I have written, here, there, and I do have a lot...Will find companions in the remaining days and years [I hope] that I own. God knows the days...Count...But I will WILL more into existence!
The millions of mental words...'Mouthed' and melted into the hour's current duties...Will henceforth find home on the computer, in the written journals, I keep and even here in the internet BLOG site I have created. Living the LIFE you construct....Needs a full-time architect! I will apply and hire myself to be that person...Setting my mind to the world's wind.
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