New Life, New Energy

Tell me where your focus is and I will tell you where you are. Do you pay your mind and spirit to the bill collectors on your screen? The fear-monger (yes, there is much to fear), whose face changes like weather by the year but remains a constant fixture to the unguarded eye and ear, will peddle his wares whether you waste your care on his head of fool's gold or his noxious gas mouth or not—let his pocket starve, let hell starve, let nowhere thirst with its going fast absence of destination. Plant yourself in your own pasture amongst golden-green sprouts and leaves newborn. Pay no mind to railroading thoughts, but feel the vibrations of the living dirt, see the symbols and runes form upon the watery surface of the present paradise, absolute.