11.16.1938

The lucidity of certainty is an absolutely compelling promise of what is here; turning clear any valid concern that is near without fear of tears.

She cheers “Listen my dear... there there I am here.”

The ease of guarantee is a conveniently comforting assurance that it is right; illuminating with light the sight of any authentic hesitance without judgment of innocent resistance.

He states “Wait, wait... it’s not to late to cast out hate!”

The moment of memory is a completely mystifying vow called now; observing everything with a feeling of contentment that is satisfactorily fulfilling.

They sing “Let our gathering be the blending of healing energies that mend everything.”

My passion is an immediately rewarding fight to defend delayed delight.

My internal instinct exposes an external reality I can only see within another beings proximity.

My intuitive judgment makes sense of feelings I can’t think to speak.

My empirical urges surge with primal desire to acquire a spiritual position that is higher.

I am obediently trusting the humble belief that authentic acceptance is the innocent essence of absolute validities unknown presence.

Disapproval is a tool for accepting existence as cruel, when a lack of understanding produces a pattern of repeated suffering that causes unnecessary misery.