Less, less, less.  Its all overcoming.  All I need is less.  Removal of it all is such a cognizable blessing.  To have less is to have more.  To have space and freedom.  Empty space where there use to be unsettling terror weapon fingers pulling at the spine, drawing it down and out of the back, to lead me to recoil in slobbering self-admonition.  

Less is more.  I would not whine and crouch and cry absent all of these lost resolutions.  I am resolute.  But I have resolved nothing.  Because there is nothing to resolve.  There is only the kindness and admiration of acceptance of the moment.  And it will resolve itself.  Over time, it will deliberate on the threshold of reasoning, withdrawing all these words of placation for the soul when they are no longer needed.   When there is a resolution.  When there is a resolve.  When there is a solution.  When I have dropped down, dove into this trampoline finger arm muscle aggregation of kindness absolution.   This is where and when there will be a solution.

Its is not unsolvable.  It is not insoluble.  It can consume all the greed, all the lust, the escalated admonitions that would jettison from the truncated coagulations of the soul trapped in mysterious restraint from acceptance.

Less is more. Acceptance leads to resolution.  Acceptance claws back the ego, reconfines it in its monastic hole where it would devolve in ascetic deliberation, pawning over facts and circumstances that are no longer me.  Perhaps the ego would arrive at a solution?  But what would it matter, because there is nothing to resolve.  There is only the artfully unreserved acceptance of the moment.  Where we would play on a tympanic symphony, simple moving fingers pounded together to create the universal resonance of truth through acceptance.

Less is more.  When there is nothing to resolve, no clandestine secret pathway warrior adrenaline jockey super collider rockets being thrust through the underground tunnels at the footsteps of the Alps, I would have nothing with which to disagree.  I would see nothing, be nothing.  

Less is more.  Acceptance is everything.  That is the solution to the mathematical formaldehyde equation I would never endeavor to resolve.  But I have found it.  Here at my fingertips.  A tiny little ball of truth that I can toss in the air, catch and release, or just allow to tumble to the ground.  Where it would amplify and increase everything, so that there would no longer be anything to resolve.

Less, less, less.  Less is more.   I am patient in this posture in silence and admiration with no goal for any desired outcome.  Unadulterated realignment.  Less is more.  This is the dream of calm solace.  It has risen through the advent of the dawn to convert into this flesh-awakened moment.  Where I will observe nothing.  Nothing to solve.  Nothing to resolve.  Less is more.