going fishing with the wrong pole,
to a lake that casts no reflection,
as if it was a face,
that had never learned how to smile.
and the journey there
had preconceived intentions,
that really didn't apply.
each moment seems to present that way.
expectations are always that journey.
somehow a smile starts from within
and not by looking reflectively forward.
going out with expectations
to an expectation that can't be met,
as if it is the world I live in
that has never learned how to be of presence.
and my journey there
had preconceived intentions,
that really, in a reality context,
don't apply.
so I go out as if awareness adventures,
to curiously discover
with what means I have,
as if life is rich that way.
and to look into everything that presents,
as if there is an inwardness there
to avail myself of,
even though most of reality mundanely passes.
there is energetic truth everywhere,
even though the rigor of observation
is self-imposed
and subsequently so
intimately self rewarding . . .
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