curfew on a purpose

Shoehorning the innate being is the most daunting task anyone can undertake. Even the undertaker falls shorts of accomplishing this endeavour. Who can trap air in a balloon forever?

Releasing the toxins that poisons memorable moments is ultimate key to unlocking the wealth that being straitjackets stifles with its mind dazzling gleglen. Unanchoring the imagination is what ignites the truth fairy that sparks life into my originality and this is no hodgepodge hangdog haggle.

no curfew can exalt benefits of a self directed and elected timeout. raw honesty of a deep, thorough assessment of life- its purpose, meaning and all its shebang requires unhurried attention to join the dots of events, circumstances and situations until it make sense, at least some sense and more so, accepting what is when what is seem most senseless and uncomfortable.

it’s like taking a vacation to where I had been afraid of going only to be ever grateful for going. once there I am reacquainted with the familiar strangeness and the strangely familiar that creeps up. personal interludes with Spirit enfold my whole being-up, close and in my face, on my heart, around my mind and wants me to see what I did not see or chose to ignore and point all my fingers and thumbs to where the dots join- precisely.

companied by this inner communion, I carve my own curfew and doing many things that I can only accomplish while on 'serious' timeout.