I feel an intense curiosity developing for what life would be like without any conscious effort. To lean entirely on my conditioning, to trust my hyper awareness and attunenity to the environment to pay dividends in my ability to effectively predict appropriate action without getting in my own way.

I believe I stride with power inside.

My best self is besides myself…. Not in my own way.

A journey I must make, a step of faith I must take…

Only there, can I find what I’m looking for…

A piece of mind. A gap in time. A peak of mine.

A star shines as a consequence of existing.

The gift of consciousness…

To spend a whole life unlearning the early years of ones own existence.

To realize that there’s a balance, what one must come to foresee is that only faith can proceed.

Steps of blind, here to find, what is on the other side of the divine. Confused by time, and the limitation of mine, death behaving as my lifeline, forever locked in twine.

No thought is needed. It need not repeated.

What is here, shall be fully heeded.

Apologies, my mind.

For I’ve mistreated.