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.