Familiar faces

I am faced with the face of someone that is becoming increasingly unknown to me. He wears my skin and speaks my mind but I am finding it harder and harder to recognize him. What he wants and what he does is not what is expected of him or what could be expected. He is moving my fingers across the keys of my computer keyboard right now and thinking thoughts that are at one salacious and sacred. His desires are both sacred and profane. His words conceal what he wants to reveal and exposes his hidden meanings. He seeks in someone else that which he can only find within himself. Who is this masked man? I see his face with my minds eye. He looks familiar. It is, it is, it is ....

Thought training

I am working on controlling my mind. It has a tendency to wander and lollygag about. I sometimes want a piercing, focused, intense stream of ideas and association that build a reality of my own making. That used to happen in a time remembered and longed for. But now its presence is absence from my experience and I will seek it in my dreams.