The endless not knowing

As life’s runes are drawn one at a time and the endless confusion over interpretation begins, I feel at ease.

I sense the knowing of my path and where I shall strive, I bare witness to the course that lay in the shadow of the moon as it teases in and out of its sanctuary deep within the cloud.

You need not me but your own path, I need not you but my faith, we need not each other but ourselves.

The reality is, I am here alone. Still, I remain unperturbed, I shall walk until I can no more, I must thirst until I can no longer, I will as thy will.

When the light fades and I can no longer see, I will not lie down. I may fumble, but I shall not fall, for something calls me. I don’t know where or what it is but still it calls.

One day I shall reach this calling and know it, I may not see it at first and walk on by, I may not know it and walk on through, but one day I will see it, I will see it, know it and be of it, best of all when I find it, I will know I belong.

For this is my destiny, and it calls me day after day after day.

Once Upon A Lifetime

The soft moist grass over the vast undulating hillside looks rich, green and nourished. A certain calmness is derived from its radiance as it appears to dance and frolic amidst a fresh new daybreak that awakens it so visually.

I hope to be there one day, perched atop that serine, as the cool gentle breeze sweeps my brow and the struggles of daily existence become nothing more than a distant memory.

"Forever young" they tort as one battles with the guise of age, of petulance and greed, but I will not despair as I have my health, for now at least. I have my health, my lover and my special place.

I ponder an after-life and wonder if it too per chance maybe this place in my mind that I retreat or if it is truly just an eternity. Once upon a lifetime, I would have buried the great unknown, buried it in a glass of red and braved forth nonchalant but alas, no longer.

For now I feel of purpose and sprit, I have restored faith in my being and I shall continue on despite all the knocks and falls, the cursed jealousy and whim.

I feel as a caterpillar into a butterfly or a young cub into a lion, now I feel purpose and my purpose is clear.
Finally, I feel once again, I am me.