Is solitude. It quietude.
To be a man is concerning oneself with what there is to do, coming from a place of stance, solidity, and foundation, such that what there is to do gets done without the drama.
It’s to be HERE.
To give oneself up to the eternal flow of all things – towards perfection.
It’s a decision. No more. More of. Here. Now.
A little boy stood in my shoes for far longer than a little boy had business being in my shoes. Until very recently, in fact. He avoided responsibility, ran amok around the world, and fundamentally failed to understand the woman inside him, and was therefore ruled by her at the cost of his masculinity.
Now in deeper knowing, there is deeper loving for her, and all women, with no need to touch and destroy. In this, masculinity is presenced.
Every moment becomes an opening deeper inside yourself. It is to take that opportunity that the moment has presented, and to embark on an eternal quest within yourself, to greater serve yourself, and then those you surround yourself with. In that order.
It is an awakening to a deeper, truer matrix of truths and wisdoms.
To be so full of love as to be overflowing. Yet balanced and reserved in your appropriation of this love, however generous.
It is a life’s work, and to serve this moment.
Boy or man?