It happens in a blink. Life. I have cradled you in the arms of me for times beyond my own knowing. I know no other way than to journey toward you. I walk. The path opens like doors leading me there into the unknown. Closed inside of openness. My soul. I breathe you and I exhale that I might not grow too comfortable with the holding. Freedom is all I know, and even as I know what it means to be free, I find attachment in things. I find myself desiring that which cannot last forever. There is but one thing withstanding. Change. Cont'd Life. I am. Thankful., by Kissiah Young
I have danced there along the shores of my very own soul. Nothing lured me like the scent of God. Still. Even in mindful sitting did I walk there along the sea of timeless time. Awake. I awaken that I might come to know freedom. Whose eyes can see the way of the path when they look not in the direction of truth? Nothing cleanses us from unrighteousness like the road of authenticity. The beggar knows.
