My creative life more than
I love cooperating with my own oppression. So says Clarissa but really
is it so? Is this life I call a creative one necessary to my everyday existence and if I deem it so,
how then am I contributing to the banishment of these negative complexes that rise to squelch the transformation of the entirety of my life into the divine breathing it is?
There are great powers above and beyond what my human senses can perceive. These there, out there, are asking me yet again.
Have I the capacity to recognize the greatness of the soul in my, everyone’s, many varying forms?
Over a lifetime, my lifetime, evolution.