Freedom to control.
We want to control our freedom.
Being in control is nothing but a hole.
Fighting to control is a fight for flight.

Free to want, is burdening our soul.

We don't have control.

Planted a letter to my Mum when I was 8. I was left with my aunt in Capetown..
My father left me with her while the divorce was going on.
Felt alone and rejected. Wrote a letter to to my Mum cause I wanted to be rescued...and gave it to the only one trusted to deliver the letter - The one who held me safe since I was 4..., the only one that gave me perspective.
The only one that held me tight so I would not fall.
Made a little hole, pressed my letter in between the fingers of root and earth.
I knew without reason this to be the only way.
I still believe to this day in the nature of nature.

The only thing I have found impossible thus far -
Is being able to love one thing only.
Only one human
Only one animal
Only one plant
Only loving one of anything is impossible to me.

Hide the bind
Find your kind
Find your blind
Bind the Twine
Blind the kind, hide yourself...

Bind your free with Kind
Find your twist
The ties that ....

Blind your Ego of self

All is compassion

Show yourself Kindness

Then - something about your mind..

This rhyming thing - can be so lovely and yawn.

Now I'm remote memory.
Adjustment is tricky.
Still, l cook for 4.
Yet I eat for me.
Physically alone.
Mentally 3 run riot.
I live now, and then.
Now Present.

Feeling runs down
Spin spokes push water out
When spin stills - water.. it runs inward
Feeling down and out
gravity is undone
I cry in to the sky
Water runs outward
Feeling drops in to me

Say what you mean.
Mean what you speak.
Hidden agenda is weak.