Jan 27, 2025

Do you see you in your LIFE direction. Do you value you in the stuff of LIFE that happened to you.

Sometimes just feel like to switch off from people, only be available on certain conditions. Despite all my communications like to be the invisible one. That's why became a DJ at clubs, cant dance, not good (away from work place) in crowds.

Its why l was a Boxer, best being maverick sports player, working on my own. taking the blows face distorted from beating in the ring, but l fought.

I fought.


Remained sure, even in my Autumnal years, that if I can find an air of love.
Lived, hoping that Love still speaks in a small voice.
Struggle to be still, not be engaged that's me in the corner, my resilience means cant give up, can`t let go,  Love deep ,only way to Love, it wins its the best way. Still.
Risky as sure as there are Stars above.
Perhaps in the heart lost quietness when my heart slows right down, except when am asleep, 
Only then I am not available
As far as Kevin understands.

So, what’s the chance of a Maverick, detached pastoral, kind of guy,
hearing the vulnerable in the traffic of every day city life.
The screaming disturbances of rural town community,
This freezing bus ride to see if cars ready.
Supermarket queue, Which hate being stood in
A beer filled pub with punters shouting allowed ?
Everyone’s different, 
its why worked detached, unattached, why came into a place where managed the settings, developed the programme, reached other outsiders.

 Its because God in heavens made me this way. He controlled my direction long before the NOW arrived .

Do you see you in your LIFE direction ?
Do you value you in the stuff of LIFE that happened to you ?
Closed with few questions for you to ponder, get in touch the normal ways, share with yourself, if confident share in community gatherings with others.

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