So much doing in that twist of fate of that d’na-thing that we may miss realizing being that in the rush to make waves.  The swells are out as d’na-thing comes in.  That d’na-thing returns home again & again as that zero reality, the elliptic circle remains eve’r still unbroken.  It may be wise to d’na forget by remembering you are able(Abel) brother sister & as able to realize that, that that I am is, was, & ever will be.  Let that d’na-thing be a way(ve) from the heart as well as mind-brain.

In the horror we may find true value for realizing that invisible indivisible, our only true salvation, that, that never abandons, never denies even a’s though(t) apparently denied.  It may be in the darkest hours, when all hope seems to abandon, that we find all that remains to be seen as that seer, realized as nun-other can ever take its place.  That d’na-thing apparent under the spell(ing) in mind can never, even in actuality, be a being other than that, that that I am is.  You are not lost even though you may not be found as you are eve’r(e) thing that, that that I am is.

Realizing that, faith is re-absorbed into w’isdom, being, that, that fills all doubt w/ knowing understanding.  See for yourself instead of looking for a sum thing else where.

As a rowing crew coach once said, “You don’t have to be the most powerful, but gotta have a sense of what is moving the boat.”

“Mother Water, there is gold deep inside you.”

Rembrandt knew the secret in painting that darkness amplifies the light.