Last summer I found out one translation of my first name. I’d always thought it meant serenity but I was told it also means patience and humility. I also discovered that my last name means power and nobility and so I will try to live up to it. I saw a post on my reader today in reference to Trump’s impeachment which read ‘If all bets are off then …all bets are on?’ I don’t currently know how to envision the next year and a half. I know however that I can live up to my name and in that in the timeless void where ‘all bets are off’ they must certainly and simultaneously be ‘on’.
And simultaneously opportunity escapes it where suddenly silver dust becomes manifest in the atmosphere
I think what happened was that particles returned from my future and collided with my past so in that present moment in loss I had found.
And so the heaviness is such that it can only begin to shed and soon soon very soon The first specks of light will be breathed out.
Silkworm. We've all had to die a little To spin a little silk.
I archived 'Mum' as soon as it happened and it hasn't been opened since. Last week I'd fallen to such a height That yesterday I succeeded in containing. So I've archived 16-21 under 'Pain'.