As a writer I’m constantly looking for stories.. but I believe the greatest stories are the living legends.. you.. Yes you, we are a plethora of adventures...drama..etc... but if your story is never told and you are never open... you 
do not exist... you are a never opened book... share your story because you went through it for a reason you never know who needs to hear it most... by being read... you are a book.. Ultimately fulfilling its purpose...
I’ve always been the kind of person who is on a journey, always trying to find, refine, reinvent and create herself. It’s just my way of being. Sometimes I come across something and I’m forced to concentrate on what is going on at that moment instead of chase what could be. It is at these moments that I sometimes get the feeling ‘It’, I mean the whole purpose thing is not really about me, you or us. I think our purpose is bigger than us.
I ‘m not saying we shouldn’t keep trudging, marching, crawling and riding our way to our goals. As I pointed out before, part of the whole setting goals and reaching them practice is just the way we breathe and battle through life. But I am suggesting that while we deserve to do what we love , we should not expect to find ourselves entirely through doing only what we love.
Just as we deserve to love we shouldn’t expect to find our complete semblance of being in the people we chose to love.
I suppose that when you are fulfilling your purpose you feel like you’ve painted a portrait in the gallery of the cosmos, and somehow you become a miniscule part of the masterpiece and that one masterpiece unravels into a bigger picture and perhaps you’ll start to ponder if all you ever were was a pawn in a bigger scheme of things, just merely a delivery agent, delivering a parcel to the world. I suppose that could be the peak pedestal one could ever stumble upon or succumb to. If I think about it mankind was and is constantly being delivered boundless chances of what is possible for great generations and a magnificent future. I just think the next time that I rush unbound into another goal or close to it, I take a moment every now and then to step aside and remember: that it’s not all about me and notice the kaleidoscope of opportunities being offered via other people around me. I shall also take time to accept that my purpose may not solely lie in achieving the goals I set for myself, but might exist in the capabilities others see in me.
With such a name that consists of syllables that slice the air,
I shouldn’t have been so surprised that I was shortly short of breath.
Years ago before the seasons of my life became so complicated, we had met.
Before the discovery of fog and hail
At a time when my life resembled easy breezes and the sunset.
When I could see things clearly without fail...
The time has come when we meet again,
At a moment when I have just emerged from the glen.
I am out of breath, but starting to see clearly,
I was starting to heal me.
Him, not being in my way, but being an invited presence,
He presented himself as follows:
Graceful and chilled,
With a firm yet, muscular build.
(A body I could feel safe with)
A heart warming smile,
A tall structure; an elevated physique.
(A person I could run to)
He had: dancing eyes and cinnamon lips,
An earth kissed nose and honey rich skin.
His breath was light but his words were deep,
and he seemed easy going
It seemed like…
He seemed like…
I thought it was..
But it was NOT.
And so I wrote my hearts desire upon that piece of paper,
I wrote it with my limbering hands.
The Source was present when I wrote it.
It was approved.
And so it came to be.
The goals and dreams we put to paper are the goals we are most likely to see.
Silent songs play
While we kiss,
And wrap ourselves in bliss.
You smell like me
While I smell like you,
What was blurry now looks brand new.
I am enchanted by what radiates behind those sanguine eyes.
I am curious for our tomorrow,
But devour today because time is borrowed.
I offer my soul,
To say thank you
For making me whole.
I lift my arms to say thank you.
For making this moment wonderful
And making this moment brand new.
I see with my real eyes
And realize…
She is a powerful force and indeed so wise
My old attitude dies.
I swim in gratitude this moment.
All there is to do is to humbly pray
And thank her for this remarkable day.
