Does anyone else feel- the repeat

Like the Movie- Groundhog’s Day

Am I perfecting in myself

That which I have no knowldege of

So as to convince the universe

That I am it’s mate

The one it’s been waiting for.

Humbled by how much I don’t get it-

What is happening to time

And my sence of self and

All the other illusions-

Slipping through the hour glass

Awake- asleep= Awake.

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Are we on a trajectory?

As in- “Do we have a destination?”

Having entered what feels like a giant pause-

The eye of the storm- waitng for fresh breath-

Stalled or cosmically resting….

For the final push?

Eating our vegtables and

Managing to say a few groovie things

Here and there- but that’s about it.

Oddly inspired by how odd it feels…

What’s your take? xo Sally