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I’m being still.

I’m still here.

I ask the Universe for guidance and all is still.

It’s like my friend Stephen says once you face fear it turns into a coward.  It’s still.

What will I do next?

There are no coaches at this point I care to follow.  Nor no gurus.

It’s not like I can’t be taught more, it’s more like the Universe is waiting for MY next move.

The conversations of doubt, fear, and how I’m always fucking up are Beyond old.

I just listen to them everyday as “i”  hardly exist.

A shell run by a machine I don’t like.

2:02 AM and all is still.

Maybe you are right  Stephen.

Maybe I have to be my own superhero and save myself.

In the morning when I awake will I let the machine take over?

For now it seems like  the stillness before a great battle.

We’re staring at each other.