Today I woke up to not knowing.
A man goes from sleeping five hours a day, to a solid thirteen this last evening.
Our imperfections are many. They make us highly specific individuals.
Conjecture, I have received some kind of throat chakra upgrade - requiring my body to lie horizontal for the integration phase
That would sure explain the dreams
It would explain the twinges in my forehead and temples
A yogi once said "rightly they are called temples"
He compared them to the pineal gland in significance
We know nothing about our true abilities
We know nothing about our possibilities (Jon Snow)
To be a yogi is to live in the unknown
When I heard this it made me feel less powerless
It made me feel less a fool to live in "I don't know"
I get a lot better reviews when I play the expert
Today I will level with you
I don't know anything, but it's my quest to sound like I do
New goals then
Simply have fun with the words that want to come
Explore the things I really wanted to explore
No other being so rightly suited for this purpose
That is an impossibility
Meddling in the affairs of another
I've wasted a decade or more on that one
Why not meddle in my own affairs?
Why meddle at all? suggests god
Quiet suggetions of the inner yogi
Always breaking me with simplicity
Always a finer blade to be had
The mind defeated before the first blow
Entire constructs levelled in the blueprint phase
I used to weep when my plans were thwarted
Now I know that there are grander plans indeed
Over time we see that things fall into place
And trust we learn
To trust in grace