Brother I love you

Dearest Brother,


Go now, thee wanderer. Venture to thy path of discovery and treasures, and return with haste to open arms and open ears. 
Return with satisfaction, so that I may never need speak such words again.
Long are the hours known not of your presence. Nay! they are known well too greatly.
Follow blessed paths unto thou course correctly. See not the disguised as thruthly and well. Be deceived by none. 
See the mind's eye and use it well.
Go now, eternal wanderer, gatherer or knowledge and memory to share, so that I may recall your journey as if it was my own.
Forget not your truth, your roots, my love.
It awaits your return, come quickly ye thee wanderer.
I bid you fare well.


Sister.




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Consolations for troubled impatience

Truth prevails, as everything unfolds as it should.
It is not a question of if but when, and it is the 'when' for which one must foster patience.

It is the 'when' that causes anxiety; if taken as evicence that there exists a means by which it can be controlled.
If it is certain to occur, but uncertainly imminent, then we  may be tempted into quickening the 'occurence'.

But one would do best to relieve oneself of this thoughtform, for it is folly. A common folly of man be that as it may.

Control your patience, not the truth. Because the truth no doubt is stronger than you, wiser than you. And the truth is: you cannot control it until you are it. Furthermore, if you are the truth, perhaps you would not seek adjustment....