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Possibility

Once one begins to measure past some of their deepest, most embedded fears… one begins to see the possibilities within.  Like a flurry of fine movement, inch by inch…you begin to feel the endless amount of possibility.  This is the beginning of beauty and truth.  Its nascent stages.

Only after something has died, can truth begin anew…taking a different form.  Taking on a new meaning.  Thus is beauty revealed…in all its wonderment.  The touch upon touch of notion on notion.  The sea of depth, which can only be seen through the dark moving towards the still.

One cannot drag themselves here by choice. Nor be dragged by someone else’s accord. It is a slow and gradual process.  Just as in nature…time changes the face of beauty.  So time is rarely kind.  It operates of its own accord.  In its own manner it feeds into small frames within which we can begin to feel.  Feeling which morphs into feeling. Feeling of truth where thought turns into action, action into being…being into beauty.  Beauty into death.  And on moves this cycle.

One must take care not to get too caught up in these moments, yet experience them for what they are.   It is simple to feel in these moments, much harder to take a large step backwards and attempt to feel once again, moving forwards. Passing phases of beauty, momentary glimpses of truth.  It is more than easy to become attached for what they are and how they are presented.  Yet what may escape most, is that in order for truth in beauty to remain…it must change.  Changes that alter our ability to live within ourselves. Change that alters our closeness to tangible means. Thus we must die…in order to live.

Just as much as this attachment must be temporary, so our connection to that which will always remain true must be firm.  This firm ground may only be found within the self.  And just as truth in beauty shall change, so shall we.  The ground may change beneath our feet.  Our soul may wander aimlessly through fields of nothingness…yet the truer the connection to self, the more apparent as this change morphs the truth becomes.  It will follow you if it be true.  You shall encounter it within all its changes.  It will haunt you until your dying days and whence you have died…it will be the resurrection inside you to live.  It is created within you, within your own true self.

Beauty may pass, truth may be lost…but possibility always remains.  Yet possibility is not so tangible, only as much as it changes.  Thus our resolve within the self…must come from a place of truth.  There once again, we find our beauty in life.  We live, we die and we move towards the still…

Possibility.

 

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"If he's honest, he'll steal; if he's human, he'll murder; if he's faithful, he'll deceive. Being at a loss to resolve these questions, I am resolved to leave them without any resolution." I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing."

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