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Nov 2010
Things are sometimes so confusing – no clarity, no flow.  Where did I go?  I left the building but have no vision if tomorrow is just glimpses of yesterday’s decisions.

Confusion is an illusion, a trick to trip you up in thought forever stuck in the same old rut.  The ruts are like an engraved bracelet we wear and take for granted.  We can take if off at anytime, however we still feel the grip on our skin.

Clarity is the split second between the dark and the light.  A brightness that always sees the flow rolling onward, forward into tomorrow with   Clarity placed a twinkle in your eyes and joy in the heart with direction in your head.

Sometimes…the lapses in your mind are merely a door into another time and place where you look for answers between the Spaces.
Shekhinah En KA Mitt (C)                                                            5/25/04
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