I “AM”
I will always be who I, Am.
And my days of a leather jacket, combat boot and skull clad T-shirt wearing, hard, I look “bad,” pre-evolved combative attitude stemming from repressed emotions from youth – once evermore physically expressed via a filtered cigarette smoldering amid my heavy metal guitar strings – has morph-blossomed into a human being encompassed with qualities of empathy, reliability, expressed compassion, and love-language within a relational oriented existence. I have ambitions of investment into experiences producing tangible prosperity (such as family; global citizenship and community). What more could one desire than being enlightened?
And I am open to companionship that waters these seeds.
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With every season comes a new season where the seeds if not sewn when the time was right, must change useful forms and be used as fertilizer. Even a patient, loyal, faithful, farmer knows when he or she can wait no longer and must harvest before the frost arrives to settle in.
The seed sewer must make due with what the season has provided. Only a wise, rather than stubborn and foolish, farmer will work in harmony with nature’s usherings. Otherwise, both the farmer and spiritual family will be led toward starvation, gnawing at scraps – until wisdom heeds.
It’s best, mindfully regardless, to relish the fruit being provided, knowing its seeds will always produce more of which is beautiful and life-sustaining…
