the artist;

Whose been sleeping in my bed and eating my porridge?

I have been in conscious hibernation for so long that I have no idea! For the first time in years I can let out a sigh of relief. I am edging towards a defining moment, it may be very subtle but it involves me reaching a profound inner-awakening, not enacting some pathetic drama. I insist I can do anything I want, as long as it was different to what I did the day before. I will never break with the tradition that has become almost an obstacle for me; my own way.

I never chose my battles wisely and ended up a winner too exhausted to enjoy my success.
My dreams have slipped out beyond the boundaries of unconscious sleep, breached the tide walls and are now overwhelming my waking consciousness
'what goes up must come down' that sounds like a rather disappointing adage until we remember the role applies in reverse. what goes down must come up; no triumph lasts forever nor does any 'disaster' oblige us to spend our lives being miserable.

Evidence of the divine is suddenly all around me, a higher power is hard at work guiding my life i can feel it and am acknowledging it with gratitude. Fantasies now distract me from reality. I half fear I am stuck on a cloud and am ashamed to let others know how deeply lost in a vision I have become. Yet, I cannot abandon my quest, I am not working against hopeless odds.
Money cannot buy profound insight and divine patience, spiritual attainments are rarely valued as highly as financial gains yet they count for far more

It is time to give my mind the inspiration, relaxation and attention it has been crying out for.