Everything that we experience was created from a vast pool of seeming emptiness where all infinite possibilities dwell. When we are afraid of this dark pool, we are also afraid of our creative power.
I am going to do my damnedest to pull a card from my previous post, and keep this one as positive as I possibly can. [takes a deep breath]
Lately, I have been reflecting on my writings and came to the realization that instead of expressing the greatness that dwells within me, I have been focusing my energies on judging others/expressing egoistic views. Well. That is no longer the platform on which I wish to reside. So.
I love Edgar Allan Poe. When I read his poem, The Raven, during high school, I immediately fell in love. So much so, that this poem continues to be my all-time favorite. I bring him up because he often comes to mind this time of year. C’est la vie!
YouTube has me shackled to it like a slave on a transatlantic trip to Hell. (Yeah, I wrote it.) Anyhoo. The recommendations offered to me on that platform often make me pause, for I wonder “Why did that video show itself?”