Every Hope

“AND EVERY HOPE IS WORTH SAVING”                  TSO: The Lost Child

“There is a child that’s part of my soul.”                          TSO; The Lost Child

“Oh, to be so old & have your life just begin”                  TSO: The Lost Child

It Begins!                                                                           TSO: The Lost Child

I could not live well without hope. I live for it, within it, around it & for it – all at once.  I perceive the many levels on which life occurs, understanding I am not the highest nor the lowest. I am life expressing itself as only I can: an individual of worth & knowledge unduplicated in all the Youniverse.

The words “without hope” are not in my lexicon. I love to think every hope is indeed worth saving, and that somewhere in time/space they are. Maybe this is what St. Peter records, what the Akashic Records store, rather than the salt & ash of our fevered thoughts.

We must live as though nothing else matters. Our reasons for being surround us – possessions, ideas, inner urgings & outward expressions equally weighing in. Lately I see the phrase “where we go one, we go all” as a truism urging me to my best expression. Anything less would be inadequate to the privilege of individuated breath which I am in the process of becoming.    

If anyone had told me as a child, I would grow up into the person I now claim to be, I may have rolled my big brown eyes & formed the mudra to “avert evil” with my right hand. I was incapable of assimilating the hope of a better life. Indeed, for years in between the good occurred the experiences which now allow me to appreciate my level of homeostasis with grace & less yearning than ever before.

My biggest wish now is to find someone with whom to finish out this life. I know this, too, shall be granted. My inner child is at play in the fields of Love; she will accomplish all she has set out to do in the face of her wishes made upon stars which have moved out into a more grandiose space afar.

Every day I see with new eyes. Nor is all I see in its ideal space. Hope is the slippery grace allowing it to achieve this…an effort worth expending, an energy pursuing.

Trying to recall when I wrote this. I would say 2019, fresh from Samurai Roads by a year.   Cb