Mellow music is nice, and invites introspection, perhaps an opening of the door. There are things I want to know, yet don't want to know. How can I be so cowardly? Others wouldn't. To heck with what others would do. All this shite and am I going to get into 'the mood' for accessing deep self? There is something I want to do. But I find myself strangely flat for that project.

I wish I knew why. I'll try the switch....

quiet now, there is the turning of a key. Notice now the quiet passage, rise and swell with music. You cannot impress others. why do you hope to? This is 'lost cause', he who seeks it gets LOST. I should seek to return to the center. and what do I find there? Odd collection of this and that, I strip it all away, every vain hope. Return to center. Sages long, long ago have said that. A new sage can hardly disagree!

Returning to self, getting off the bus, and taking one's luggage and sitting waiting for destination unknown. If I do not know I am good my own self, what can a thousand voices extolling me do? I would not believe them. Piles of 'prizes', just junk trinkets, if I do not know how good I am my Own Self.

No, that is not the way to receive such insight. The clear mirror is in my own hand. I like what I see. I do not ever do things 'on time'. I speak too soon, too late, or not at all. But I still embrace myself for what fleeting sight of brilliance I saw in that mirror.

I know it's not illusion. And so I sit on the bench, waiting for inspiration to take me. But that particular bus has its own schedule, and won't operate to please anyone else's schedule.

So I wait. Cross legged me looks in the mirror and likes what she sees. That will have to do. This 'movie of me' will play as it does. I embrace me. Every flaw, every virtue, every tear stained hope of 'immortality', this and that, I embrace it all.

Today I am not answering anyone else's questions. I must answer my own.

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