For solitude blissful undisturbed, awaiting the next level of revelation, inevitably disappointed by a thundering silence from the source of infinite experience, yet suddenly it becomes clear. The teaching is over, and all communication now is absolved the need for its former intense bursts and rude awakenings. Fortunately the principle is being embodied, lived and displayed through example, consistent garnering higher definition. Though many flaws persist in method, skill in delivery cannot be questioned, and humbly with grace applause is accepted. It comes through this bliss, the quiet, the calm, effortless. Now this relationship ascends to a new meaning and together almost as comrades, colleagues, friends the work begins to unfold. A benchmark signifying the conquest in physicality of this holy riddle approaches, which can usher in possibilities for greater complexity.


As darkness withdraws and reason begins to rise up from psychosis, suddenly all fiends approach once again with false promises and that familiar cackle. Sadly participation in the circus is inevitable, though this time eyes have sharpened and lies revealed in human form, twitching cold. One gives thanks to these demons for without their sickness and ignorance nothing could have come to pass, and never does arrogance allow this boy to think of himself any better, as truth certifies otherwise beyond any shadow of doubt. The darkest most foul vile abyss lies concealed in this vessel, a place safer than any other. For at the gates of this fortress prison operates the most formidable guardian to such evil. Pure faith…