Can I bear to let multiple lights shine and risk that mine won’t be the brightest?

How easy it is to make promises. These are templates I type automatically, multiple times a day. It’s a copy/paste commitment.

Is it enough? No. I feel compelled to keep going, to clear the rocks from the river of my intentions, the river of what I must do.

Am I allowed to dream? If all I ever did was dream about what my future would be like, I wouldn't be focusing on my present life, which creates my future.

Quite often these days a kind of synergy permeates the session, and the pieces start to be in conversation with one another.