GENTLY, GENtly, Gently...

The best way to catch freedom is to ignore it completely and just listen....so much love abuzz. Lovers, friendships, birdsongs, people wanting to be heard, people yearning their blissfully human yearns.

Magic enters the vacuum at the point of release. The letting go of sovereignty, royalty and the pride that comes with control, into a state of vulnerability. Isn't the dark night so much more desirable than the stiff collar of appointments? Of life screaming its consciousness, loudly bursting forth in moments that were meant to be allocated to drycleaning.

The naked state of undefined outcomes that carries with it a bubble. A bubble in which the answers are not instantly known. There is a space, a great pause. A tumbling chaos of wild tangle. A jungle of liana-like potential possibilities lives in that place.

Oh to lay down in that pause-jungle. To be at home there amongst the bugs & tangles and to not worry about getting lost...to have a map.

OOops! The clever freedom-creature disappears again. Vulnerability dissolves and the stiff collar of sovereignty pokes its starch around the corner again,....ever waiting.

No! Take us back to the jungle. Lets be 'lost'. Bring back the terrific terror of the pause of not knowing. The ultimate infinity of the spaces not yet defined by mind.

To be naked and free from absolutely everything! To be unfathomable...undefined.....and free.