Monday, January 9, 2012

Shed

A bow is drawn slowly; elegantly across the strings of an instrument singly sweetly to emotion: it bleeds.  It is a weeping, sorrowful song that enlightens. One long elicited note that sings to reconciliation and suddenly, there is a sense of clarity.  In the distant, there is a strumming - a smooth beat which summons strength. What is brewing?

Ability.


And where from here?

...only God knows.

After great understanding, comes relief.



To contemplate to a form of reality generates not only justification, but also a plan of engagement.

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