how long before you begin? before it starts... before the light catches a glint in the corner of your eye coersing your vision to a new direction... or a forgotten one?
catching the wave... surfing the sand... the days fall away so quickly as you remain paused, poised reaching for the answers that lay buried under the massive strife you have created to house them.
extrication surely belongs to your own soul.
and you pass the signs on the side of the road that led you astray the first 50times you disregarded them to go your own way
its time to choose.
what is it you love? what shouts freedom to you under blue skies, what creates undying fire within you... what drives you to create, what allows you to fail only so that you will learn again the lessons your heart sought out to teach in simplicity, before you complicated them.?
i ask myself as i lay here, my temple betrayed, sold out by my own mind. in absence of heart... what is it that i want? what is it that drives me to move forward, where does my passion lay, under surrealistic skies at the edge of the world, under whitestuccoed ceilings at the bridge of your dawn,
what is it that brings unprecedented joy
allocate space for growth, as the roots reinforce, learn to unleash as you unleash so many.
& then reclaim freedom.