How We Move--Relection/ Black Series----Musicians--Artists--Writers--Poets--Actors--Hope & Survivors

Heights.

The

undefinable

unfathomable depths.

They used to

lay before

me.

Lay just beneath

me

A distance

in the depths

of my hated

fears.

And

as I look beyond

them

now.

And

I see

the depths

of my own

inability

to fathom

myself.

My own

inability to

resist

the easy call

of weakness.

Of

unforgiveness.

Of simple

fear

of failure.

That

one moment

in Time

where all things

join

together

come towards you

&

you know

it's for you to decide.

For you

to forsake your own

Will.

And simply

Be.

Whatever that my

be.

Oh

to simply be.

To understand that

all Life

all

Death.

All

things.

Are never really

in our control

at

all.

That

we are only

translucent....

things.

Transparent

&

sheer.

A

syphon

for all things

we can

never

truly

understand.

And't

it's in those

Moments.

In those seconds

that

tick by.

We see.

We finally....

see.

That this Life

Isn't

a

Blessing

or

a

Curse.

It's

merely

an Illusion.

A

Myth in the

making.

What

Parts we play.

What

voices we carry.

What

story we

someday

tell.

Is

simply

the foreshadowed

end.

How....

Ah.

How.

Now

how we tell

our

Story.

This.

This is what

we all wait for.

The climatic

end.

The crescendoed

orchestrated

vibration

that runs it's course

through

our

Lives.

This

is what I

now

hear.

The

beautiful

strings

on which

all life

is

echoed.

And

I see now

that

no matter

the Song

It is

how

we move

to that

silent

music

Is all

that

really

mattered.