friend,
all food from without for thought, fuels the fire of our thoughts within. let us endeavor to keep fire from getting 'out of hand'. as smokey the bear said to my particular childhood's generation, "it's not nice to play with fire".
fire's partner is water, though all too often we do not heed fire's derirous ways, and water comes in the form of regretful tears. balance is a partnership freed from regret
rightfully so, one is but a candle flame in the winds of time. beyond that is flight of fancy and fear drawn to it. of moths that slowly and silently consume the fabric of our lives. yet, did we not naked arrive, and will we not nakedly return?
but, this understood rightly so, can aid in one's purposeful unclothing of what is not them true self being, or to say, true being is always naked, as it eternally rests before our naked eyes as innocent seen/scene.
beyond that is personal individual filtering which clouds and clothes the eyes found disabled of a sight causally deep within blinded of the effects within out-lying shallow reflectivity.
but then one must ask themself, what is water without but that which has from us become polluted, and thus polluted also requiring of filtration toward the inner pure lake of our resolving thirst's drink.
never is an answer without question. there are no maxims of thought toward finality of thought. merely they beg for deeper questioning, a depth which is as the height, having no end in-SIGHT.
therefore, why do we allow what thoughtfully feeds us to also define us. are we not that which ever is the center, always remaining to BE? ahh, there be innocence on it's knees, wailing toward god's mercy for grace to rain down upon fires freely set within the drought of our co-forgetfulness.
i pray you, these latter rains...friend, before the tears of life's dis-course find you wanting. may grace be yours
drain the inner lake of pure waters out into the life. all of us are found wanting and thirsty.
be well...friend.
an additional thought: so here we all are, standing before us the grand opening. we are in need of "live musicians" (as opposed to dead ones?). i actually borrow that line from a friend's/mentor's email this afternoon. food for thought
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