Anam Cara

The lock of the Gordian knot was cut through by a sword not figured out by cunning. It takes this sometimes to get through the inexplicable - a sharp blade - a keen eye and the will to penetrate fully. That eye is in me - rather than spend all my life with my fingers bleeding over un-doable complexities - I will use a force from deep within me to move through into the deep territory. I will not go the way of the sacred texts, will not consult the oracle - will go the way of the unbeaten track - way off piste to meet you - to find my gold - to become what I know is mine and mine to do. You have to break out of the mould that your culture gave you - the deadening weight of a 40 hour week, marriage and eventual death. There to find that authentic expression even though you doubt yourself terribly and feel that pull of the phoney life breathing down your neck telling you you are not right, are not worthy, do not have what it takes. Well, you know what? That voice is now sealed off - hermetically contained as if it were a relic from an old age - every empire sees it’s last day and is left sitting there - all in ruins. I am not going to be a ruin - I will burn up upon entry and you won’t find me anywhere - but I have left an energetic trail able to be followed - able to inspire others. Sounds grandiose doesn’t it? Its not - its my birthright and yours too - to escape the mundane and light ourselves on fire - burn brightly for a time and then on with the next generation. My children are watching - that means more than being on a stage. In front of eyes and in front of bodies who’s particles are buzzing with life and either being fed by mine or not. Its not hard to figure out though it’s taken me a lot of divine fucks ups to realise that we are all in this grand game - and we don’t have long to play our hand. What is yours? Your actual hand that no one else could play? Its here inside you - resting in an inner pocket - burning to get out there and try its luck. Its full of life - your life - on the inside of you - that you that is rooted deeply in yourself - in the ground of being that is aching for the real you to step forth.