slowly, and with care

carefully i stare, into awareness


recognition of everything, is recognized in you, for all things.

the place i live, is a black hole from this, of which i am
truly grateful, and despite the hate, fullness exists within me.

what are the rules of my reality.

am i judged for expressing them?

yes? no? differentiation makes no difference.

do i judge myself so to repress them? this is the dissonance.

do i increase my recognition? neverendingly my remembering of knowing without questioning this ever occuring blessing remains the only every thing that can be, grown or shrunk in every moment-um.