It begins

I stir an emotion
Let it steep
Skim the surface
Then touch the Essence
and let the words flow
As oil wicked in a lamp
The Essence becomes light
Discernible to the eye
And understood by the soul

A little context note:

I could never have come up with that, or any of what I may post here, if I tried, normally...whatever normal used to be for me. At the right time it just appears on the paper. Almost unbidden. That took little more time to write than it actually took to physically write which is, or was, so terribly uncharacteristic of me. I almost don't say that as I don't want to create a block by making any claims of great insight or anything else. So I call them jottings.

I feel that I have finally touched my inner soul and now I can hear it speaking to me...it just happens to be on paper. I truly believe that anyone could have the same conversations with themselves if they understood about themselves what I understand about myself now. Their conversation may just take a different form.

I hope that, perhaps, I can open a door for a person or two along the way.

For me, I have started to Hear what I ignored before.
For me, I have started to Listen as I did not before.
For me, I have started to Know what I could not before.
For me, I have started to Love as I have never before.

For those precious few that now know me for myself, you know who you are, this will make perfect sense. I would not have been able to "BE" without your love and support. I blame you wholly for loosing my true self.

I cannot thank you enough.

Deepest Love,

Jeffrey.