Sweeping on: a moving action, along with everyone, over and over again, a hundred thousand times. It's the hunger of the hungry (that carry this friction). Form and formless again; a hundred thousand times. An unknown order, we sense into it: a song of many. Tales for a thousand; not one. Tired of receiving, we push back so hard.
We have told enough stories by now.
Backing up the agreement, moving forward: this ever present one-on-one. Commander of the commanded--walk. Followthrough. It is not: dabble in this and see about that...
Finding rubies, rolling them out like dice. This teacher, this me in me has given me something to follow through with; to see, to sense, to know. This me in me has given me something to pray for; a more complete prayer than before.
Giver, giver of the received, ask yourself the question: What are your gifts; your specialty? What is it? It is not about these other things that someone else is giving, those are their gifts. Go inside. Ask yourself. Ask OF yourself.
Listen…
Bring these truths in. Be wild with these truths. Say what you mean. Mean what you say. Agree to agree. Check yourself, there is a gravity about you when you agree. It's a commitment.
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