For all the bad behaviours I have exhibited, I know there has been reason. I cannot take back things I have said or done. Must I now be controlled by them? Am I to condemn myself forever?
Lost souls – the self condemned – lost in the thought of their own self-condemnation; fed by bitterness, unforgiveness.
Who must wear “the blame”? The self condemnor – caught in a confusing mix of self-condemnation, and bitter blaming of ‘another’. Where does it end?
When it stops.
When does it stop?
When it has not begun.
It ‘is’ already!
So shall be the plight of the weary traveller. Seeing only the past – and fearing the future.
I overcame the world, and won.
By being here… Now. Not then, but… now. Now, in the ever present new. The ever creative now.
The morphic wonder of dreams of love. Ever new… Ever creative… Ever wondrous… Now. NOW. NOW. NOW.
In the now, I am new.
No past, no future.
No regret, no fear.
I sense my voice of reason, speaking to me from the depths of my soul.
Push through the darkness –
you’ll make your way
through to the light.
The lightness of being
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