In the deep cavernous realm of the Absolute A seedling lay dormant, her existence unplanned. Each moment was an unaspiring pause Which blossomed into the next without agenda Beckoning forth the emerging light As a
We go around in neatly folded packages. Work-shaped, mall-shaped, party-shaped. Sufficiently malleable to fit into each slot. Still wrapped when we get home. (Often tightly). Tightly taped and parent-shaped for the kids. Ribbon-tied and bug
Ever fancy going on a downward spiral? Look no further. Shame is all you need to roller-coaster yourself into the cesspit of self-loathing. And if you want more of it, wallow and accept you’re perfect.
Self-destructive patterns. They creep up on us like some familiar shadow, egging us on to find that security in the dark clutches of self denial, facilitating our swift escape from wholeness like some fly-by-night lover.