I was just ticking out a few odd words-
came up with a thought or two that I thought you all might be able to share with me-
it is an in-complete thought- but creative a bit I spose
And then there is the black void which guards my center- I harness myself with the darkness, the infinity, even the "beyond" -
Why is that what people DON'T see? The lightness is the disease- it's where everyone begins . White is common place.
White trips you mid-stride, and causes the skip in our speech. It bites into our power with doubt and cowerdice.
White hurts us, and we console ourselves with, hey it's life right? We lack respect and gracefullness, draped in white.
Gently, at first, with baby steps, we add color. It begins the restricition of the disease. We need to nurture the color into our lives, and into our dreams-
We practice our focus- back to our balance. We see how natural al'natural can be. Slowly.
We change color, and EARN our darkenss. We strive and push and yearn for that grip around our middle.
To hold us, and keep the brightness of our humanity at a tenuous distance.
To try our best, to be there for others, and show them their own humanity, can be a journey with just a little less turbulence. A journey to feeling comfort with nothing. To learn the speed of darkness, and the power of glare.
A journey to the "self".
To "become" a black belt-
Like I mentioned- it is in-complete and not to be taken as "white belts ******" or as a statement of arrogance- it feels quite the opposite from that-
Thank for the read-