I’d sugar coat a cobra. It’s my fang.

As I take out the trash, lifting it up I noticed something on my arm, I am forming a bicep. So on the side of the hacienda I did a pose down. A shadow dance with the sun and my new form. I’m clear, I’m getting stronger.

I have been given many gifts over the years. In this moment I am blessed to remember, “Everything is none of my business.” and gossip is truly a spiritual defect to my soul. When I judge you, I have put myself in the position of perfection however, what I know is I have become skilled in progress. I know that.

Many days I fall short of the leaps I take toward balance. Today I missed puddles of skimmed surface chatter and was mindful of my thoughts, ever mindful that it was tête-à-tête between my own Sylvester Sneekly and Fair Maiden, Kiki.

The only risk I take is allowing others to see me as human as possible. Prior to finding my truth I would have considered my exposure of self a grave consequence. Feelings are often met with fear with most people I encounter. My desire is that with the veil lifted, our tête-à-tête will be no longer the masking tape of secrets, instead the unmasking of hope.

A design of mind, not a chorus of ominous music played out as I’m tied to the railroad tracks of life. The only one galloping in to save me is the balance of truth.

Inherent Nobility, let’s explore. I find myself searching and digging- okay, clawing my way to a place of grace. A place of goodness and honor. The “Vulturous Virtue” Award goes to… _____. Seriously I can picture it in my mind. I’m weather-beaten and torn. A rapacious predator seeking the qualities I endear and hold close to my heart.

Then the flip-side. There is always two sides of the coin. The “I just want to spill it out”- a wordy projectile-vomit of words, blame, anger and defeat.

In reality there are no winners here. No losers either if I am honest. The love remains, it most certainly does. I’m still lovable and the key to this locked thought is allowing the feelings to surface and flow.

I’m really not at a place to figure out the lesson, because I’m in the midst of mastering it. In the past I have at times been a slave to my emotions and that will not be the case. No more. I’ve stated my intent and let that be spiraled up to consciousness.

The veil has not yet lifted and the heart is beating at optimum strength. I am strong. It comes with the blood. The rebound maybe a bit slow. Clearly though I bounce back.

The need for an explosive reaction remains. Of course it does, it’s an old reliable tool. In the text of, “and there you are, I was wondering what took you so long” In this age of new awareness it’s reliable yes, but not necessary. The familiar will combust and I can walk away undetonated.

Bomb Squad unnecessary.