Notice the mind 

        It darts nervously

Notice the mind 

        “Don’t look at me!”

Hmmm...

        The mind does not want to be noticed. Why might that be?

            Why

                  Might 

                          That 

                                 Be

                                     ?

Why might that BE.

To be or not to be, that is the question. Our mind is obsessed. I find I do better when I identify my ego with my mind. My mind is amused with the American-ness of “do better” as a verb. 

The poor, misunderstood ego! 

    (It loves the pity, you see)

It just wants to HELP you, darling.

    No one else is thinking of you... so you must.

You have a response-ability to do so.

     “The ability to respond” as Cameron (Arizona) says.

My mind... scratch that... ego... scratch that... mind us so obsessed with me. The ultimate fangirl. Perhaps our soul’s work is not to give in to the groupie. Don’t take the blow job just because it’s being offered.

“Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.” Hafiz. That Hafiz. He fucking knew.

Anyway, sexual favors aside, I vote “The Ego” as my secretary. (See what I did there?)

Give yourself permission to want to be stroked.

Tracing your fingers along the edge of another dimension. Let your soul come alive with desire. It is your teacher.

Your solar heart deserves everything that comes with burning.

The unbearable pleasure.

The unbearable pain.

Let’s keep it interesting, shall we?

Remember, February 4, 2021, is a very important day in your life. Remember!