A storm sets in around me. Whirling around as I facilitate the buzzing, the action, the drama. Its like a juggle, a dance. The rush and cool composure while chaos reigns and I stand still, in the middle of it all. I am the director. My focus stays on one thing while I maintain the others and they are flying around me in a haze as my gaze is constant.
As previously stated, the intention, the place of focus is where you will go. And I keep staring there, focused on that one thing wondering if I will complete the cycle. I move closer and closer still. Mindfully, blissfully, mouth-opened stare at the thing that sits there in my site. Like a fly being led to the light. A beacon that hypnotizes. I am drawn. I am a snake that is dancing to the flute, unaware of the possible dangers that may come.
The cloud of everything else is tangled in my hair and I am left to comb it out as I stare dumbfounded at this thing that I want.
I wonder if the “place of focus is where you will go” or where one wishes to go.
Regardless, the thing that you want could, unknowingly and unwittingly, be experiencing the same turmoil within itself.