I fear that my strength will one day forfeit against me, cause vengeance to my conceit. I can walk around freely through a dark passage covered with dense trees. It is the light at the far most end that torments me the most. Power creates hear; fear of sustainability, fear of permeance. The fear of what if I fail is vociferous and disturbing. The wounds of fear are deep cuts that shut you down. The highest boughs have their roots resting deep down in eternity. Similarly, my fear is exploitative. Once the tree is cut down, it's roots are exposed naked on the earth's surface. This proves that I will have to uproot my fear, bring out its narrowest rings before the dangers of it turn destructible. The perpetual fear of failure or suffering is worse than actually undergoing the failure or suffering itself. At times I might seek help from someone or a source to drench me with enormous strength to make me come out of my fear. That way I get to sustain through liberation. Once I have conquered my fears I will no longer want to have it back. I will now accept myself even better. My newfound courage will now raise my chin and intimidate me to do better things.
Like a swarm of cicadas, gathered around gaslight, higher cosmic wisdom embraces the castaways the unsaid word heals the souls scarred by an illusory world of sounds in solitude the irrefutable truth dawns over the blessed hearts. Meditation is sniffing lines until the pain goes