Sometimes the why is inside. Soul felt. Moved on blindly. Something that remains just out of sight somewhere on the path up around the bend that comes hithers your lust for right and peace and love. It sirens and you sail forth.
That is when you are at your best. Blindly loyal to the unknown truth that is Cosmos, God, Goddess, and all the angels and saints of hopeless causes and losing battles that can be the human experience.
When you move on that why, you are the music that reminds you of listening while holding the first hand that enticed in new ways of flesh. You are Van Gogh in the field putting everything there onto the blankness that is merely the canvas of your soul in that moment.
The why is feeling, hunch, and sweet cluelessness. Why? Because you are where you need to be, what you need to be, and doing what you need to do for whatever reason will make sense to you later or never and you don’t care. You just know. You know without knowing why you know but you know you know. So you do.
Kiss the mundane with passion and it froths with life. You give life as life fills every inch of your emptiness. Trust in the why even when you don’t know why. Trust when you know is easy. Trust when you don’t is living.
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