If living were an art.
I would master being a warrior.A warrior of the mind.
Before a warrior of the soul.
There in that blind spot
Where everything else happens.
Where only you can't see it.
Uncovering the guilt...
In being possessed by something greater
Than my fear of god.
A feeling of peace over anxiety arises.
That already I know...
Before I meet my maker
I will not think twice.
Counting each time I blink
As if fate by design,
My inner divine dynamic is alive.
Alive as a sleeping giant of greater sense and sensiblity...
My mothers warm touch.
Where each day the sun beams
different light.
The sun appears to me differently
And heals me.
There is mystery in the fire.
