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Hey, “does it hurt?”

“ I know it’s a matter of perspective, what I mean is, it hurts if I allow it to be a pain filled expression”.

There is something to be said about the realization of connectivity and connection with the keys to freedom being love and kindness. I can accept that as a universal truth, a fact to make habit. The deepest and shallowest of assertions. A fact despite the layers of things witnessed that may drag the heart, because although it is flesh, those feelings are an expression of vibration, a causative throb.

The work exists along side the enlightened action both masculine and passive. A balance of looking at the self and all others as one. The balance of love, which bears no opposite (Williamson, 1992).

Survival is only the beginning of the movement. While experience has shaped thoughts, oneness has changed those thoughts and now acceptance is in the balance between survival and the ability to live without fear. There is no injustice in knowing that I still feel fear. The injustice is a continuation of that failing. Every effort then must be loving, must be kind. Until then my peace is in pieces.

I am so close.

art credit : Edward Munch: Variation on Blossom of Pain, 1898