self

I find myself listening more intently from a different perspective, one of an outsider and not an insider. Often when approached for conversation, I think of myself as the third person in a one on one conversation and sit and listen from around my physical being and the same conversations, too many too mention, I have had before and the dynamics resemble what I once believe was created in my mind, but now know as spirit.

The color vibrant and sometimes enhanced by natural or artificial light is what I have seen before, sometimes seconds before it actually reveals itself to me.

And the end result is never questioned and often refreshing as I fear not my journey, only the true pain that haunts me constant with peaks that cause me to grab hold of my side as I quickly fall to my knees, eyes shut, mouth open and sometimes sweat drips from nowhere fast...

Energy abounds and when I grab for it, I feel its warmth, its power bold and its beauty not to be duplicated by the finest artisan for as soon as it is felt, it embraces me, holding me tight, blinding me until I can fully release by the way of my creator. Once a symbol of the end, it represents the beginning to come and my ability for flight as my body continues to weaken and my mind wanders elsewhere.