Dawn Loves Buttercups

Confusion rains down upon me as I look at the mixed messages passing before my eyes.  Words tumble around me as I try to make sense of the feelings they evoke in me.  Every time I try to move on, I know it’s the wrong path as I tiptoe with just one foot in the water trying how it feels.  Usually the temperature is too hot with phrases designed to stimulate, yet they merely leave me looking blankly, thinking “really?” There are so many of these roadways leading to more confusion and I thank goodness that my antenna works well most of the time.  Yet the words continue to entice and so I venture further agreeing to meet.  Sometimes it seems to be going well and without warning the rug is pulled away.  Yet deep down I feel I must go on, at least for now.  Yet it is the knowledge deep inside that tells me to continue to tread water because all is not what it seems.  The only problem I can see is so little time.  I must not question how, but just acknowledge that Source knows the path and we are on the same trajectory only at different times.  And so confusion reigns instead of just raining.  How I long to see our yellow friend and know that all is well, and all manner of things will be well    DC 26.03.2024