Power
Power is alive all the time.
And when you think that you have control over it, power abates your grasp and forces you to split.
Naturally, we seek to own and resist it, but like the air we breathe, power rears its head questioning all that exists.
Mistaken as one's essence, power is a product of life's blessings.
Your spirit is strong.
In power you find status, position, right and wrong.
Don't let ignorance get dissed by a level of naiveté that cannot be dismissed.
Most of what you ask for has been granted.
You can not taste the pain away then live in someone else's granite.
The power of love can be lasting and true.
It can be the reason you act crazy.
It is the reason you are crazy.
Intrinsically power is not about you.
Power is an aspect of life that pure and true.
You own your decisions even though you have been guided to decide. You will be held accountable for your praxis and the lies.
Power is internal,external, nature, nurture, given and received, thwarted and believed.
Power is structure, and force, ubiquitous and course. It is ambitious and feign. It is yours to claim (so you think).
Power can be peoples' overt wrestling evicting rationality.
