THIS WEEK

Damned if I do, damned if I don't

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  Blocked if I do, blocked if I don't. My path appears to be dammed up, stifled down, every every which way.  Can I leap out of the puzzle?

 It's only illusion that feels a stop to my motion of Freedom. 

Because inside I know, there is ALWAYS another way, a hidden other way to see. The perspective. I'm not awake to it yet, still dreaming this “dammed” device.  I see myself dammed, I see myself blocked or captured, I see myself... in an unwanted "hell". 

I know in truth there is no dam. The escape is always watching with a sly smile. Offering a way out. A way in to win, a new window, doorway, translation, story, cultural, physical, imaginary pattern is always waitin’, grinnin'. Yet until I refocus the pattern, the "dammed" stops the water to flow. The mind and heart to go.  

Sometimes I have chosen to stop my water from flowing, consciously knowing I'm growing through trial.

 The Dam is the paradox I feel. Contradictory circular rules of steel. CATCH-22. If I do do the 2 2, I'm dammed. If I don't do, I'm stewing blue, I'm dammed. This is the elusive puzzle that befuddles my mind, when it does, electric shocking fuddle-wuddle. There ALWAYS stands near a knowing glance, askance and posed to unlock the punch-line, perception. The Miracle.  The LAUGHter when the puzzle piece plug-in cuddle suddenly feels so good.  And...

Maybe not so bad this game, after all. Maybe THIS is where I really hear my call. After all. Just to see. Flex the magic muscle differently. After all. This twisted experience holding it’s hand out to me… a new consciousness. A new WHEEEE.

The Circle is Open!​​

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- Seven Daughs