endure.

Hold on -two words with the power to save lives.

It’s funny how things work –as long as we hold on, right? To that core; to the truth of who we really are, which can’t be described in words or on surface rather through experience and in depth. It’s the spirit within, which sounds so trite –and I’m grateful for the time I’ve had to explore the pathways leading into that unknown –the spirit within. I feel like I’m starting to understand the oneness/the feeling you get when the forces are flowing from one source, then back again.


A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned that I can’t thrive in this dirt, when in reality –this is the only dirt I know. This is all I have. The question is… can I make it more? Is it in my power at all times to enrich the soil or is there something greater –to which I pray; to which I plead? A ray of sunshine or a drop of rain is all it takes to remind me of the “force” or that which pulls me to this earth –the same earth I have been known to curse; to view as a heartless reality/a futile mass. Then what shifts? and why do I hold on until the less is stripped away and the heart endures?


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Our task is to realize the higher, hidden order of the fractal, to bring out a continuity of consciousness in our very being.

-going fractal


"if you hold on for one more day..."

-wilson phillips