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good morning jurnei

my sleepless nights

with you

are less and less and less and less

peace:

restoration is only futuristic.

closure does not exist, right?

i searched for it in vain.

i sought it for selfish gain.

my need for it

seems to out weigh the proven weight of

TRUTH,

in that individual experience

is 

individual reality.

dream is neither experience or reality

thus it's so called truth is fantasy.

it can never be proven,

just assimilated

or imitated.

it is a group or self fulfilling prophesy.

there is more truth in what we can not currently

see,

taste,

touch,

smell,

or hear

than in what we 

instantly manifest,

or presently long for,

or continuously dream up,

or selfishly expect,

or sometimes hope for,

or at most times demand,

and at rare times fervently pray for,

and at all times,

simply are ready for,

prepared for,

and/or accustomed to.

this Truth is not hidden, 

it is simply dimensional.  

jurnei, there is Truth everywhere and my eyes want to see only the truth, yet, alas,

those senses are so strong in me,

holding on to the longing.

i suppose knowing how the feeling is, 

how captivating, yet,

elusive,

can assist me in seeing the struggles others will have,

and do have, 

in understanding the feeling.

and overcoming the continuous feeling of 

chasing after that rabbit.

THAT is what distracts.

THAT is what dismays.

but, jurnei, it gives me something to ponder,

to recon.  

my walk is not to reconvene with only You, is it?

my path is not to re-converse with only me, either, 

is it?  again and again and again ...

my trail is not about what is laid before me

or what was laid behind me, is it?

because no matter the rabbit trails, my path is eternal.

maybe those rabbit trails are to revisit?

please please please jurnei,

re-position me.

enablement: proceed . . . . . . . . . . . .