journal entry II.

Space to be, quietness to embody, silence to spill, senses to let expand- contract- do its thing. I am willing to let my self wash over my being; the is-ness at the core caressed by that which can be named (for that which CAN BE named WILL BE named and it's only up to us to guard our softness against this process of calcification, or rather: to remain aware of its inevitability) Herein lies our responsibility; balancing act of forces greater than us, acknowledgement and realization, seeing and understanding- knowing that none can be truly known/predicted or grasped without loosing it's essence.