When the magistry has ended, / The echoes of repose begin to resound; / Although there is, there has been a great wanderer in me, / The beckoning has not ceased, / Nor has my heart been claimed in abeyance. /
A story, one with risings & fallings, / One with an unfalteringly great divide, / Has bestowed a parcel from on high; / The Winds, The Earth, The Ocean, The Sun, The Moon, / They are the pulse of this Grand Tapestry. /
When we are enraptured, / By ensorcelled irides / We become; / Sometimes being enamored / Means our journey is re-willed; / Moreover, we see the world with Brand New Eyes. /
Allowing every experience, to re-modulate my thoughts & feelings / I realized uncertainty was not a barrier, / Rather, it was my nexus to transcendence. / Having a time & space in which to reflect, retrospect, & introspect was an aegis, / Now real & authentic happiness is no longer distant / And faith is near. /