For once, my selfish desire was overcome

by my best interest.

What appeared as a setback
was actually a big leap forward.

Love never leaves itself.

In darkness, the seed's potential

begins to manifest.

Honesty came to visit, now
we're best friends.

Anxiety and anger rears

up, and I let it...

...these are the last moments

of life, perfection

and beauty follow...

...let myself go, watch this

manifest, somewhere different, more

here then back there...

...this is the process, as it unfolds, don't
disrupt the way things happen, only
be grateful for this opportunity.

This is where it was all leading up to,
this is the culminating point,
the place of being, seeing, knowing.

Stay here with me.

The nicks and cuts, dents
and scratches, a well worn
battle, no need to fight anymore,

I'm free.

Be still -

know it intimately.

Warm and beautiful, bathed

in light, I feel it

all over me.

Peace is coming, there's no

denying, love is nearby.

Everything I always

wanted is almost here...

...suddenly, everything is

clearer and brighter, I'm not

who you think I am...

...only bits and pieces are left,
the whole is coming into being.

There are signs and symbols everywhere,

do you see them?

Pointing the way, showing us

where to go, no need

to get lost.

Follow the arrows, notice

this time, see

the way things are.

Its not hard to figure

or difficult to find,

just turn and look.

Do you follow the map or deny

your faith?

There is always only One

real choice.

You look at all these people and wonder

how could this have happened?

What failure of human spirit suffers?

What gifts shall come?

You look at me and think I'm going
to die,

and I wonder, how can you put that thought
on another person?

I say look at me, I'm living, I'm so alive!

The obvious truth doesn't always come in the most appealing ways.

You can't forgive someone unless

you really want them out

of your life.

Still searching, not out
there, but in
here.

Why bother crying.

There was nothing left to do but forgive each other.

Like follows like

Patterns, there are patterns

in our life, patterns in the rocks, in the sky,

in the shadows, repeating

the same.

There are patterns in your

eyes, in your hand, in

your heart.

Patterns follow each other, rigid

and perfect, looking

for itself to meet.

Patterns find you, stop

and ask

yourself, Is this really the way you want to live?