SOC Writing _ 2.1.2021

Not Ready

Sometimes, you are not ready. Is it ok to not be ready? To have to wait longer for the thing to arrive? You can strive sure – yes, keep moving, but not yet start? Concerning this, concerning that. I am concerned. You say being again and yet here you are not quite ready, what about you whole life? Were you ever ready? Not quite. Shoes at the mark, get set, go- and I’m not ready? You were born ready – really, enough is enough – you are enough – have the right stuff – all the things have been in you since time begun – you do not need more time – you need you. Yourself a bastion of the things that must arise. Like that brilliant sun/moon cross over – the brilliance of the day beginning even as the old night wains; You, have enough still to begin and carry on this journey. The things of the past stick to your mast like loyal soldiers. Turning to them again for advice, for direction – is like consulting a weetbix box - so old – not at all inspiring – the old God talk still a problem – the light at the end of the tunnel seems to have grown dim – I do not want to divorce the entirely of my heritage – and yet must be honest with what I find here now. Now is the time to pick off the bones what still rings true, and, and to move towards that which fully inspires and enspirals me – the gleeful joy found in pockets of the dark. The inky, silky other world – the Orient in its full Graham Green opium resplendence – and mire – for all things have their light and dark – all things transpire and expire – and so - for this day – begin where there is new life – the book you have not yet read – not the old ones you think you should read. Gone are the days of the boy who must follow in his fathers foot steps – you own this body for now – must choose this day whom and what you will serve – choose wisely for you own persona has different mind to that of the should’s in your thoughts. Give up the old plan, surrender - surrender, drop back - take in the whole gestalt – and be amazed.