Turbulent thoughts wash in waves through my mind, and on a sea of discontent they would make me their plaything, an ensign in their discordant dance. But I am more mariner than marionette. Although the ebbing tides of consciousness would see me wrecked, the fair winds of vision fill my sails with awareness.
I am a man bound within the world of duality, of spirit and matter, of darkness and light, as I navigate the vast ocean of this mystery called life. And because the God of fortune plays dice for my salvation I must fix my position against the stars and call upon the wisdom guidance of those who have gone before. With courage and humility I place my hand on the rudder and set my course towards Shambala.
Monday 22 February 2010
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