Within each storm lies tranquil eye
beckoning faithful path.

Many pulled into its wretches in dreams past

Offering their truths
only to then blur their meaning through finely-woven veils.

Showing the world whole
yet refusing to show its threads.

Standstilled moments in time allow for wishful minds to press face against window,
but long enough only
to see the destination.

For those who wish to take the path,
the eye echoes its message through faint  pulses.
In words seemingly without sound
which can only be surmised as clear on a higher plane.

The fundamentals needed to construct,
spoken in hushed tongue
and to be received through sight.

Only through understanding the function of all parts may the purpose make itself visible

To know the message is to live the message.
To commit to the path motivated by nothing other than blind faith.

Each step a pull into increasing whirlwinds of chaos
The ability to remind oneself of the faith that is blind

Bridging eyelid to eyelid as if laying pillows to final rest,
continuing on…

Stepping past the most intense waves
only to find nothing there.

To realize that that is the message.

To acknowledge the knowledge of one’s ability to maintain balance in an imbalanced world

To continue to step into the unknown,
motivated by faint echoes of those before

And for your journey to take their place as others will yours in days to come.