Being the Host

You have to
live the trial you're
given you have to
live your special
suffering that      
grows the soul in
cushioning ~ it means
widening and      
exposure it is
implosion and
its opposite it is
paring and filing
it is cutting the gem -
you walk the beam in
balancing and ask
why - look
up at the sky, see
the sun, the blue, the
clouds and
realise that endeavour
and trial
are living things, have
their own lives that
use you, the
host of their expression.
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