Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path , All they do is trip you up

I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable--but I always was so, only I never knew it!

the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world

Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path , All they do is trip you up

Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment?

Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe, one we have dreamed into being. We love pople when their dream coincides with ours, the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts; sooner or later they change shape, leading to misunderstanding, loneliness and loss of love.

...don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about.