I am not as involved with life as I need to be.
I observe and participate but do not necessarily create or contribute to my mission or purpose, consistently.
This is not always the case though—I can tell the times that I am.
the non-existence of time
the overwhelming sensation of love embodying the moment
the creation of an eternal truth.
Why am I not in full concert with life at all times?
why do I feel more incomplete than complete?
why do I feel like every time I progress and reach a higher level, I no longer recognize myself?
Why do I forget myself and my promises?
I forget to see her
I forget to feel her
I forget to receive her
Not seeing, feeling, or receiving her love is devastating to our existence.
A wrecked ship without a captain: lost, stranded, alone.
Doors open to the uninvited, I purposelessly drift into oblivion.
I have the power to make everything as it should.
Complete. Functioning. Balanced.
But I forget that too.
In her rays, her embrace – I renew my promise.
To not forget.