One must come to see life as a hitchhike, your mates hop on and leave you, and you wait in the blowing dust and whistle a wait, until your patience wins a drive, with company a bit younger and inexperienced in the act of accompanying and the bulk of your ride is a painful lecturing, taking in brash spews and conducing a civility that might only last the short end of the drive.
It's a Higher Conscience in believing in a pup, like a sprout, there is an emptying in gardening, and love for one must be patient.
Might it surprise you that some people don't yet know how to love, they are helpless at the proximity of a body, not knowing it involves looking intently, looking with every part of your body, coming close and feeling every scent, trying to capture every mindless blink.
A Higher conscience must be patient for the bum of love, sometimes the driver is the helpless one without a direction, sometimes it might act and talk crazy, seek comfort in knowing that Truth is rarely courteous.
You don't initially have the right mind, but it misbehaves in your presence like a puppy and you must resolve to farm, believing, trusting a delayed succour seek no matter how long the wait, hard the wind.
It's a little too settled in it's ways, might find new challenging, a Higher conscience promises a good thing and waits. A lot of stepping back fo look, stopping to see from other angles and allowing the growth of your sapling, and we might almost fall like I did earlier, but almost kills this vaccillating bird we have chosen to lay on all our eggs, the journey ahead promises engine trouble and we need someone to try while we look, and we practice it now in the car, while they are alive.
Everything becomes modern art when looked intently from a nagging spouse to a tantrum throwing child, we look intently and watch it end, rolls credits and calls for review, every performance seek opinion eventually. And it is art ephemeral you, done for your notice and only a Higher conscience can detach and take that popcorned sit back of the mind, and see a love in the distant minutes.
A Higher conscience calls on a creed beyond all, shakes the same blood and drinks it like a thirsty vampire, it runs away from ventures that bank on human foolishness than enlightenment, you knowledge could never usurp my Glory, wickedness smells and it can tell, hard to imitate respect the weight of sacrifice will not allow it.Fear isn't apprehended front long it must be conducted kt a mind that can endure for ilkng and watch ignorance play itself out.
Climb above the feel of the body and it's fear will just be about
When your own body is a finger lifted apparel the world becomes permeable, You are good, you know so, then wait for them to find out
And at the end of the day, it is the patient boat man who waits for the elongated farewell without judging after seeing it over and over, knowing the river's depth and the long sail. It's a farewell to ignorance, and welcome to new company, we have tales to share later.
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