The same lifeless phrase continues on that most people pay little attention to. If at all. Less energy to make changes happen. Nothing stays more constant than our old worn out excuses. Results never happen because we do not try to create them. If we want a bountiful harvest we must first plant the seed. Wanting generosity we must end the greed. To see improvements we must have the need. To stay within the sacred boundary we need loyalty to the creed. Ignoring the sacred life locked in rusted chains confined beyond the iron gate. Not large enough to move around in. The profane life is wearing thin. Only our understanding and concern for ourselves will hand us the key to unlock the chains. As long as we remain addictions free the torture of confinement will never return. Anxious to return to the chain and chamber dream home called relapse? In the end all that remains is a dark chamber filled with our own remains.
see ya’ next time
