Ultra Violet Light

Brief thoughts before I tumble into bed at two-thirty:

I will always be disappointed if I seek in someone else, that which I think I do not possess.

When I emerge from disappointment I realize I have what I wanted all along, and they have nothing that I need.

I lack nothing.

I am whole.

There is no missing puzzle piece.

There is no alchemical Other.

I'm it Bebe.

The whole enchilada.

What I seek after fruitlessly, I already contain in abundance.

I can befriend myself. I am stronger than anyone realizes (anyone includes me, when I slip into unconsciousness).

Last thoughts before sleeping are always true. I'm telling The Truth now; to myself, and to you -- whoever You are.

Why can't I live in this place all the time? This clarity and completion. Perhaps I'm moving in. Settling in. Learning how to live here. In a place beyond illusion.
In a place where Truth bathes the walls in full spectrum color. And the lights are always on when I come home.