Write Where I Am Supposed to Be....

Not one moment has been wasted.

It's all been Training leading the way to Now.

It's all Changed, but it's all the Same.

I am quiet on the Outside because I am Burgeoning and my Insides are Roiling.

The Pieces of my Reasons rise up before me in pictures, images, snap shots.

Phoebe called it a Small Epiphany.

One thing Changes Everthing.

How can I keep doing This when it's Time to be doing That?

That is still a Bit of Hazy

That is still filling in with Thickening Outlines.

In this Quiet Hazy Emerging from the Fog Time, I am Patient, Knowing, Blind.

I am Write where I am supposed to Be...Write where I am supposed to BE...

I don't have to Change a Thing thus Changing Everything

Relax, let GO Resistance

Allow the Flow

I am Streaming and all the Windows, all the doors are Opening

from Within each Pore and I am Pouring forth

I can feel it Building Beginning as what seems a Trickle Flowing to me

Flowing to the Sea.... See?

And the Vision, the Understanding, is Revealed as Personal Truth and

it Connects ME to Myself from here through this Life into my Child-mind

that was never a Child-mind at all but rather the Doorway to the Source of my

Large Larger-Than-This Physical Life connection to...

....and it remains unfinished because it's just the beginning of the middle of this journey....