When one is connected everything flows.. We live, breathe the "good air of life",

But after an event that is too much to bear occurs, one disconnects--life goes on as if were a Surreal Dream.

Pretending to cope but feeling hopelessly.. Out of the living Realm.

One becomes as if an animated Puppet, Playing a role as an actor onstage whose Mind is somewhere else..

And like the Puppet, there is no Life without the Strings being pulled.

But one does "Heal" and the Self Returns.

Repeated Blows from Life often attack us far too Often...

We can Brace ourselves, Be Crushed as Delicate Flower, or Harden as a Diamond and Pierce Life back .

Life is a Trickster playing a Game with us.. Once Life sees how well you play the Game,

Life changes the Rules and You play the "New" Game Blindfolded.. And Life is in His own House.. You are only Visiting..

Like a spider building a web On things that dont belong to him And is "swept" off tree branches.. and then rebuilds..

You can never beat the Games. There will always Be a New One And you can't refuse to Play

You are Judged on how well you Struggled Not the Winning or Losing