♥ the truth anew

A journey further in due course is overdue for us.
Let us replicate a simple melody. Let us resuscitate a permanent indwelling method.
Draw down. Draw out. Draw near. Come and stay a while. Very still now.
Be afraid of non-compliance. Be aware of yourself being aware of yourself & within that recursive dilemma, exorcise your ego that you may be free for a moment.
Look, I'm just reading this as I get it, don't look @ me for some clarity. I can feel it's rare to see a mis-believing entity that still receives even as it leads & bleeds & feeds within the blundering.
The fundamental catastrophe of its own sanctity.
This isn't for me. Can anything be as I come to now-in the current that has force fed a willing specimen: my own disease to cure me, to penetrate my own savior's voyeurism lest I sink back into self sufficiency.
I do want to believe.
Reset, reset, reset, relay the circuits and renew the trudge-able sections of my life...wasted away uncertainty, misinterpreted, certainly.
Let's just dissolve. Very still.
And with violence, lend my eyes to thee; with compassion, lend your ears to me.
With blood, my unity and heartbeat and division divided will be melded back again...can it be?
I wish for definitive resolution, restitution, resentment freedom and discernment here within and without.
Keep leaning forward in the current. Pull back, dive in, give in. Not to me, but for me. I'm in need of a cleansing and in need of vision.
Here I am, let's purge & grow & let go. Where else from here but back into the undertow...a social blunder here that rioting may now give way to redemption.
How am I to live within the grip and bond and divide when a truth, the truth, anything resembling these truths seems so vaporous, so mystically ephemeral that to test it is to break it. That to be it is to lose it. To hold it is to destroy it. To have it is a fleeting surrender that must be renewed daily.
I want to believe.
I'd like to do better at this in the future when we are giants and angels.
Carry me in the current. In the Way.
Surrender. Dissolve.
Here we are. With atrophy.
Re-anewed.

the truth anew was written, recorded and produced by Eamonn Cottrell. Image used with permission from unsplash.

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