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.