The Right to Emerge

I thought the hard part was for me to overcome my own self, the real challenge though was in locating my limits. What I once thought of as comfort was actually a prison with a beautiful view. Indeed, I could see far, nevertheless I was not trying to reach it. I cannot blindly say that destination and journey are of equal value, but I know how to discern between here and there -that in itself reveals a lot. The calling is a whisper and desire a voice` then how on earth did I get used in screaming?

When I stay silent, I listen to all-

in that case, what is it that I am calling towards me?

If my attention activates the electromagnetism that shapes realities indeed, 

what is the psychic point that makes me a transmitter?

How wise of a receiver am I, if I have learned to accept everything as is?

'Acceptance precedes the overturn' is what a wise interaction of mine said a few years back. So, how do I distinguish between accepting reality and my duty to say 'enough'? How deeply do I trust my ability to mindfully separate intention from act from result? Which is the most significant? That which I want, that which I do or that which I provoke? Does it matter if I'm creating waves, when I don't know if they ripple at an ocean or a lake -is there an end to the unrest or could I set off a tsunami?

All of my past is preserved underwater-city style. 

Whenever I want to, I take a dive and admire it for the deep treasure it is. 

In order for me to breath though, resurfacing feels paramount.