doubt

so aware again today of the immense power that doubt has over everything to do with the spirit.
even vague wisps can cripple: preventing forward motion and suffocating creativity.
even doubt about very doubt itself is enough to destroy.

and then it dawned on me that guilt and doubt come from the same toxic well-spring:
hideous bedfellows.

don't focus upon these;
though they may always be there:
embedded in the wall.

and so it's too much to expect doubt to ever go away once and for all
which makes learning how to tackle it all the more important.
if it's an inevitable hum within that background 'noise'
it must simply be handed over rather than confronted:
part of being human:
consequence of a created being seeking that which is not?