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SOC Writing _ 29.5.21

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Enough! He shouted – enough of this shit – time to get on with your life – time to say no to the voice pulling you in many directions and just give up. Give up the game, give up the pretences, give it all up and just return to dust – to love – to nothingness – it is all smoke and mirrors in the city – in the countryside you can see clearly what a stone is - what a tree is – in its environment of water, sky and earth. The mother bangs her pots – it’s time for dinner, time to say the grace, time to be gracious with yourself upon this serious threshold of time and space. Hold her hand, go to her – look her in the eye and say, it’s time darling for second chances, for the life you long for – that your heart knows is possible – but your mind will always fuck up. Move on the one thing you have – do not look to the left or the right – move on ahead – no going back now even as your back aches with the burden of past life’s – even as your sentimental creature beacons you back to the dirty, stinking well. You are in a new ground, are moving towards Finisterre – the edge of the cliff upon which you must untie your shoes and wait for, lean into the wings that will take you over the waters to the unknown horizon - for love is never a destination you will arrive at – love in waiting, in shrouded secrets, will whisper and beckon in the darkest of darkness and you only need move towards it – you only need say yes as you did all those years ago to Christ – the moment to say yes is arriving – and you will only know what to do in the moment – there is no plan – no planning for this stage – You. Are. Ready. Your life has led you to here and tonight a stage has been set for you to act your particular part – feel your body mind soul soar – come wildly alive and do the things you thought you never were – as you never were those things, never were yourself – you belong to the wild and the wild is taking its own back.