This full moon past has hung heavy upon my cerebral powers, and a headache I cannot shake.

Yet, I like pretending to be an enlightened human about it all... 

To do this, I try to accept my luny scribble power as an inanimate object that latches to my mind on occasion. One that grows more fervently and fearfully as I feed it. So, to disconnect, I have to become existential enough to be in this moment of great need, realizing that true power, that of eternal love, dwells below all other functions, feelings and thoughts - even the cruelest ones. 

And that base wellspring of power, one that life graciously allows all access to, that balance of love we can feel holding existence between extremes, resides in our ability to give up inanimate persuasions that imprison a mind, as well as sentiments of pleasure that statue our body within that mental space.

And in my life, it was how I accepted or denied that flow through my body’s cores, that transfer of mental ideology into realized physicality, transformation to essentialization and back, how I balanced in that eternal power of love, that become the lasting definition others saw on me. 

It was the glow of my soul revealed.

And when I looked to study beloved leader's past, I saw so many had shown the path of chosen disempowerment ahead of my struggle, that noblest of trait. And it was by giving up corrupting princely powers of heaven that they found renewed acceptance and purpose in life with all living thing. 

So hear me speak forward again from our long past:

For the Singular Age, I asked you to give up your wealth for the kingdom of heaven to come to earth, and rightly so, for when wealth is shared, we may all yet prosper - as they do in heaven. 

But for this Celestial Age, I say also, give up your positions of privilege and power, so all toiling beneath your distant images may be freed reborn within our eternal system - as they renew on earth. 

It is only through the desperation of clung power that true evil finds footing to be unleashed within a body’s expression. But honest love is in the dancer’s ecstatic steps, which sway a body’s balance to capture a feeling of least resistance within its movements - so the dynamism of music may take form.