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Redeemed Ejaculation
Human beings crave! It’s in our natures. We know of nothing else, instinctively. When we breathe, we crave another breath. When we eat, we crave another meal. When we awake, we crave sleep. When we work, we cave rest. When we love, we crave sexual intimacy, understanding in bonding and ‘soulful’ communication. We crave relentlessly without pause or reflection. Yet, only one thing truly satisfies the incessant lust: our ineffable passionate craving for the sublime creative expression of divinity’s thrust in us. Create!
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Into the Woods
We must simply get on with whatever engages our interest without a constant monitoring, interpreting and commenting upon the advancement of its course. We need not watch the pot boil. What the universe does remains unhampered, uninfluenced and unimpeded by us. We knock ourselves out needlessly. What was in us before we arrived on the planet will manifest (as sure as the sun will shine) due to an unstated divine purpose we will never be able to accurately calculate or manipulate. We need cease being so preoccupied with how fast and how soon something is going to happen. Forget about it! Results are none of our business.
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Human Begging Bowl
We are alive on earth because we are curious and we want our lives, relationships and work to be transformed into something other than what we are presently experiencing. In other words, we seek benefit. If it were not so, then ONE experience for us, (any validated emotionally death-defying, heart rendering, gut wrenching LOSS OR GAIN human experience) could do it for us. But, it do not, it will not, it can not and it never will. Unarguably, we are an ineffable human begging bowl of perpetually changing desires that never let up! From one thing to another, we wander in search of being totally enraptured! We want to see something that truly captivates our attention and holds us in unending awe. It has not happened yet. Far be it from our present, conditioned consciousness, the principal reason why we do what we do is always hidden; never revealed; left undetected by the human eye and virtually disguised from the human heart. Did we think it could be, otherwise?
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If Walls Could Sing
One’s life ends in a pile of ashes or worn out boards. To honor that which is no longer appealing is a magnanimously inspiring gift life endows us with unceasingly.
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