A creature of the night, I fly on wings curled back and snug against me.
There's a time to use them, but now its not necessary.
I choose what I do. The 'I' in the true sense of the Self, not the little self.
I choose the will of the Guru. What other choice bears consideration?!
Surely the answer will fall under the will anyway.
Analyze.
Dissect.
Discombobulate.
Good, well there's the logic, the mechanical brain is happy.
The intuitive is bored and irritated.
Why consider lesser choices? So unsatisfactory.
Perhaps, easy is just that, But to sacrifice the potential rewards?
Never. It's better to fail at the endeavor,
infinitely more rewarding than stagnation.
Untying your destiny, one knot at a time;
It's not as easy as it sounds.
Not that anyone said it was.
