05 March

And so we come to yet another day with which to thus express the all of that which matters in these meagre words confessed. And difficult the task to humbly take this all in hand, and make a difference to a world so pre-occupied with other things.

But onward is the drive to continue boldly in plain view of criticisms flying out from hidden view. In essence there is only self expression in this life, and courageous are the few who truly speak of that which is heard, of timeless whispers strong and silent in the night.

We speak then of an effort to continue with this prose, but likewise acknowledgement is given to the joy which this work does promise. Will is such a useful asset in an armoury of talent held deep within one’s core to draw upon with skill.

These words may sound at odds with that which a peaceful life would bring, but truer words have not been spoke than now, as brought on wing, delivered with a two-edged sword, straight and true, to thus divide the black from white, the truth from lies. But in this message lies a deeper clue that echoes of the uniting, and bringing together too, of all the so-called polar opposites which exist in time and space, together, as has always been the case.

There is no real opposition to the work which is from a source higher than the tallest mountain, further than the distant star, and words are cheap when used without a loving heart.

So what is it of which we speak this night? Will we all continue to play out this inner fight between the knower and the rebel, or will we simply mirror the razor edge betwixt the two?