Solace

A Spiritual motivation, words fail, left behind, to do their damage. To cry out, only one can hear.

For no reason a joy surfaces, the sounds that spurred it take on new meaning. The ability to reach beyond presents itself. But the choice is always there: Stay back; Reach out; or the answer. Do all in the present. Do all, do none, let all pervade and I lose myself. Let the past, present and future pull with their temporal powers, let them teach me. Let them push me into my next understanding. This is the way I will reach out.

To have tasted it after so long fills the void that was there. It seemed bottomless, endless; now it is vanished. My desire, my core, my being will find itself there again; It is my fire, my life’s blood, and it has found it’s path. I will know myself when I am there again.
As before, every time it washes clean, it grinds down the filth I put there. Every time I renew and see the lies and the truth, the possibilities, the endless choices. The one choice. The only solace lies in that moment.