March 8, 2011
It's a matter of understanding where you're heading before you head there, before you had the idea of going there. It was there. The there was always there. It was never otherwise, never otherwhere but here, and when your head finally clears, when the idea finally fashions its reality, clear as an azure sky of deepest summer, that's when the energy held at bey for frustration begins its final escalation toward revelations and consummations, which is what it's always been about...forming the bead of becoming from the murk, establishing its solidity, filling its place by acknowledgment of its birth.