From the very start programmed, before option for anything else even arrived. As time passed more your mind, your soul, who you were supposed to be, bit by bit removed, gently taken away. Taught that someone has rights over you to force you to comply with the mould already cast to fit. Taught that Life...
Yet in the knowing of knowing nothing at all, to hold your tune in resonance with the rhythms we call Life. To be the sailor, yourself, of your own Life. To hold the smile in those days that the others who know, do. The Joy of Life, now held in the gaze. Again, as surrendered...
As always, Life’s layers there all the time. If brave and open you are to seek. No end to knowing wisdom to be found. As natural as the cycles of Life, to be. For as the canny sailor does, using that of ocean current and wind about. He sets sail to navigate through the environment....
