“What somber nights grace my mind as of late. Toiling with the confines of these walls I used to appreciate. Why must I grow weary at my well-doing? Surely the grace once bestowed shall continue to light my path and shed light upon me. Beg, must I? Oh it is of no use. I have exceeded my limits, yet I can envision none strong enough to stop me. What must be done shall be, yet I am unaware of what must be.”
Whatsoever you desire is ultimately required. There is such beautiful trade found in the acceptance of yourself and the worlds you’ve created. To know you’ve experienced each aspect mindfully masterful is a joy I wish to all. Expression, the lifeblood of these very existences we weave for ourselves. Every day being able to embody the very networkings of your being. To channel a connection to something so deep you forget the constraints of the world around you. Observing just how the sliver of your being spilled on this canvas of life can inspire color in the darkest parts of this world. A true joy indeed, the inspired inspiring inspiration.
I must admit it is not all joyous. There are the moments of solitude and sacrifice. Nights questioning an ulterior motive of dastardly proportions. Worry of tipping scales in wayward directions plaguing every thought and decision. Quite frankly I don’t know what I would do without those moments. For they do last but only a moment. Yet, I carry those moments with me for a lifetime. Every one an opportunity for me to know myself farther than I had ever ventured. Each day discovering the beauty of my seas and taming them like a wild ship master.
So I remind you, cherish the nights of uncertainty. They really are our most powerful moments. Cry, scream if you must, for it would be cruel to hold such pain within a beautiful vessel. Spare no attention to how long your moment must be for you never rush a key maker. In the morning of your dark night there shall be your salvation standing in all her glory, lighting the path towards your new morrow. Walk hand in hand with yourself and anoint your head with the gift of knowing.
