How truly frustrating it is to desire, yurn, seek and not believe you have found why you are here.
all those you can see, those you can not.
The world if full of ether,
joy of a soul who's time has come.
They stand beside you...
For this one safe instance,
drop our defenses,
our emotional suit of armor,
which has been crafted so skillfully to repel the ravages.
Perish the old as the saave sinks deep down into our hearts,
covered with scars,
slowed by haze...
There is a compass inside each
weathered, black with the sand of time.
Buried in a drawer, in the packet of our soul.
The beauty of it, in its case
the rhythm of the world absorbed when touched.
Everything wants a home.
A place where they fit, become part of the natural environment.
So it is with emotions.
Full of confusion, terror and goodness.
As pain is forced upon us, we rise.
A breathe that pulses with their light, the miracle of their existence shining a world away
Lay long, onto the ground, spread yourself long, clean onto the earth, keep pace with your star, sure, bright and shining with brilliance visible worlds away.