Luscious green outside and rain like the silence enfolded in the pacifying
mountains around me. Oh to live like this! And yet I am called to the city
of my dreams. To power and drive. To people and bustle. But Oh to live like
this in a sacred house where people welcome you before they know you.
Knocking on doors late at night and hugged out of the rain. I have been
asked, 'what is prosparity?I don't even know how to spell prosperity! I
know it is not a shotgun protected house and guard dogs. That has been the
dream.



In this moment I'm not taking a step back. Nor forward. But I want to. I
want to define, I want to do and I want to make manifest All Glory! A
temple! an offering of the Universes Heart to me and all the other me-s. I
want to offer to people a chance to heal their wrongs and to cry in the face
of Light's Passion.



My new prosperity is spreading love. Allowing it to seep into the tiniest
hole a crack in the dark that surrounds people. It filters down finding its
way through the sun-less maze - one tiny spark going in is all it takes.
When it arrives at the heart, with renewed force and vigor it pumps blood
through every dormant system and you begin to know what it means to be
Alive. To be empty and vibrant. Like an atom. Like a sun.



In this moment there is truth. Sure. In this manifest moment. In this
moment there is home. But beyond that, there is no home. And there is no
such thing as truth. My aspirations for lofty states is crumpling like so
many ideas scribbled on scrap paper. It's not the blank sheet I'm left with.
Its 'no-sheet'. ROFL.