Work

There is work. Mostly, it is effortless work as ideas and feelings flow easily. 

It is also the case that, as a result of my sinking into my personality, what I experience is a muddle and confused and there is anxiety and anger. I have to shift. Work is required.

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I shift into practice. I must effort. Discipline is my only recourse because my connection has been interrupted. The events of the day have announced themselves and I have given them what they want. My attention.

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I must look away. My gaze is too precious.

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The beast craves attention. Most of all the beast wants my effort for its own purposes. 

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No!