routine is the godsend of insight.
it eventually strips away all of distraction.
it features an introspection invitation to viewing.
nothing seen is essentially relevant
as only the viewer comes pronounced in frame.
the assessment of self is by inner-directedness.
this is not a self dialogue for judgment,
but more so an edginess for discovery.
a placidness for facing deeper truths
out of the camouflage of being,
for discovering the broad strokes of subtly,
the emphasis of the unrealized,
the source points for emotions
and positions for the megaphones of drivenness
as well as the cryptics of drawnness, unrealized.
routine is the bear-downs on inadmissible discoveries,
that which illogically hides from value or reason
yet is eventually unavoidable in its stance and worth.
ventures into the how,
a greater depth of being comes into the light
by the constituency of consciousness
brought into living,
and how inadmissibly
but made of necessities unclaimed,
we all have backroads of undiscovered virtue.
we are always the path of acting out
to get there by paradoxical means.
honesty has more depth of field than press produces,
and as a self-sense may loose its boundaries of this,
a larger sense of self
may come to include others.
routine lays down a path
as if monotony is a god of wisdom.
angels inadvertently appear along the way.
purpose of a lost soul becomes a fragrance appeal.
light from within may magically be spread.
routine is senselessly sacred
as an intoxicant can be.
it is the death of smallness
becoming the dance of life
from the music played
on the instrument of a wandering soul . . .
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