Musings

Tens come

Lubricate the razor’s edge and make this great divide slide down easy. The Tens are come, the Fool and Judgment.
No fear. Not, ‘fear nothing’ nor, ‘there is nothing there to fear’. Both simply exacerbate the issue. Irrational is to affirm what is non-existant. Energy is any shape you shift it.

Less talk – dust my broom internal where the work needs done. Foundations are sound – no concrete or solid-steel for stability but deep roots slowly getting deeper. Mind… keep it fluid, keep it organic.

It begins