10 years later and we meet again, only to discover nothing has changed because time stays the same. 10 years later my accomplishments reveal themselves more deeply in the intent at the root of my words. My soul, always in continuation to rediscover its purpose is still by my side. I wish I could gather the truth so plainly, like I havent spent 10 years letting go versus accumulating. The gathering of things, the human condition that always wishes to remain when in forward motion all things must go. I can fill pages upon pages with streams of the imagination untapped, but I now know the bounds of language. I am tip toeing so I too do not become a reason you are misguided because the root was never discovered. Remind me again of why it matters, of why I could have potentially loved you once? All is As is. All possible as time, to divide, is only a construct the mind can box its existence in. A box designed to reveal who we are in the material. It is this reason why I have everything Ive ever wanted and why I also can't find my way. But that is the way. Maybe I will exercise my etymological advances on this blog again. Reopen old caskets that never remain dead again (see what I did there). Love, a distant opening only some, very few are willing to race you to.
