THE POWER OF THE COLLECTIVE CONFERENCE (part dos)
Is it possible to discover one’s own conclusion of dilemma, conflict, situation when being bombarded with external observation, so freely given, and with such adamant voices, by those that the SEARCHER holds (in heart) with such regard?
Does such “advice” cause the said to misconstrue the experience they have “thought” that they had been feeling up until the point of the flying accusations and recommendations?
Could it be possible that such barbed conversations could change the course of the SEARCHERS proverbial trajectory through the brambles?
Safeness (sure, safety if you prefer, that the word causes me to think of American football) in our interactions must be upheld to the HIGHEST of the priorities, but alas, don’t we find that with any given interaction that there are so many factors that lead us to say the things we say, to do the things we do, to act this way or that way?
WELL SURE IT COULD.
This could be the lighting, the music, the clothing, the assembly, the chemicals, and the list goes on (into eternity), but how foolishly quick we can become to spout off course altering conclusions of the light seeking darknesses of others and their JOURNEY through what can only be described as fundamentally PERSONAL.
I am as guilty of this as Judah Prescribing remedy without education Muddying a mind of a proclaimed CONFIDANT. Believing my own archaic arrivals of OTHERS situations. And BY GOD! The land mines that get planted through such self-feeding vibrations, surely change the tundra. DANGER, my dearest, isn’t space to be held? Not to be altered?
A lady in fever Makes track for the party Chemically drunk from her lover Balance uncertain Intention in question Seeks comfort in voices familiar
Occasion is joyous Connective and porous Light breaking in without asking “It’s simple, quite really” Says one to the lady “Your lover has kept you from growing”
Now lady has reason To call out “THAT’S TREASON!” For whom but herself can interpret? The real complication That lead to the station Of swinging trapeze with no net
Now one simple query Who’s answer may vary Contingent upon whom you might owe. What’s sharper than fabric That was sewn in the static By those that you’re certain must know?
