So. . .

Waiting for the program to run its course.

Time elapsed as names rise up and fall. Checked for healthiness of its existence. Cleaning up, rooting up potential threats--All in the hopes things are alright. Hope is what gets its through. Some naivety that it is doing what its supposed to do. Constantly bombarded by malintentioned bits. Like an opportunistic bacteria, that finds an opening of the largest organ of the body. It hopes to colonize and franchise itself in a host. Hoping to spread itself in an unsuspecting host. If it were possible to man for every readiness that one faces, but its not.

They are airborne and negotiated through the mucus and follicles designed to trap them. They hide in the water that we thought was purified. Attacking the lining of inner workings of the host. It inserted like the horse of Troy. A gift with ill will. A backhanded compliment that engenders pride and stupidity. "Usually I don't like the trashy look, but you make it work."

Foolishness that allows these things to hurt. Often avoidable. Often self-inflicting. Yet one cannot be defended all the time. Life will not allow it. We become tired. Exhausted. Overloaded that we at times say, "Enough." Going on a vacation. Need a breather.

At times, this step back is alright. Energies are renewed and future looks brighter.

Yet. . .Who hates this word, Yet?

So breathe and painfully wait. We wait for the program to run its course and Hope the defenses in place have halted all would be attackers. We hope the program set up has done its job. It has protected the house and vanquished all would-be Dark Siders. We wait as the heat is turned up destroying those with ill. We allow some attackers to be attentuated so as to learn and develop new programs of these would be attackers. We develop thicker skin to deaden the areas that makes vulnerable. We have thorns around the heart to remind us and protect us from the love that is there. A rose has these sharp attachments around its neck that deter the careless and reckless.

Yet. . .This word again. It allows the heart to be. A sharp pain to remind us that there is an impermanence. A reminder to Love again. A reminder to protect those close because they will grow up and move on. A reminder that we must do be a constant reminder of Love when you are gone. A reminder that you are never gone and will be always there in spirit.

So we let the program run its course. We allow the good and halt the bad. As best we could.. We move because this is life. Fighting entropy as the world continue to change. We search balance and structure because we know this is impermanent. Watching those around follow a program that ultimately will meet entropy and will need to be reborn. Its okay

Its okay for things to fall. . .To Rise. . .To Hurt and Cry. Its okay to Suffer for a minute.

Why because these are Impermanent. Because We Rise and Rise again. We Love and Laugh again. In a moment a good long moment, We smile.

Its part of the program. Its part of the course. So. . .