belief 2/22/15

Belief, that you have belief without regard to its contents! Just the beingness of belief, as its potential rest assured, to come to mind. The deep reservoir from which within struggling towards words like a newborn to life, eventually does its meaning to stand tall, fluid soul reflective yet stilled into discovery. It is the holy grail of self, the privilege into consciousness, life as residence in expressing of its own accord, these secretive incantations, inwardly emotion laden as a canopy environment for act-outs in a self sense way to be manifest, laden with spiritual code. Expectation as a syndrome to dampen belief’s thunder, to become belief’s Seeing Eye dog as mastery. Authenticity’s bloom is sacrificed for mentalized agenda as captain of the mind, in defense of the self regard. Experience then takes the reins as the livelihood lobbyist. Belief as transcendentcy becomes confining expediency towards verbiage’s reality call and account. Belief was never a principled-ness intended for the world but more so an upliftment of means in a conscious way. Belief, when brought to mind, is like deer in the headlights of justified meaning. Yet belief speaks more intimately to the whisper of being. Its initial liquidity comes down from the mountain of soul. All belief is possibly nocturnal, dwells in breathless ways, may find reality to be a hostage situation ongoing, in time as spent away from source. Belief, oh how deep does sacred go and still manifest into the sunlight sentience of our day . . .