What does it mean to be a pioneer?
What does it mean to be the first of your kind
to lead without being led
or to step away from the predictions that tell you,
“You can’t do it,”
yet when you go ahead and do it anyway –
See?
So then,
what does it take to defy the odds
or turn off the volume
on the voices that speak against you?
It is quiet now. Then again, of course it is –
quiet, I mean
The sun is up. It’s Sunday.
I can see the sunlight passing through the trees
and everything else is silent, like it’s supposed to be
I suppose . . .
What I do now and what I say here,
of course, I hope this is something
that we can keep here,
just between us – but,
here’s the trip –
I remember seeing a picture –
maybe we spoke about this
or maybe we didn’t;
however,
I think the relevance of this picture is true to life.
I think that the picture is brilliant –
no wait, the picture is powerful
and the reason why is the picture
is called
The Power of Stepping Away.
We have entered into these negotiations for life
with the best intentions. We are here to negotiate
the terms of our next chapter and
therefore, going forward,
we have to come to a clear agreement
and therefore collectively,
we have to come to a decision
that from this moment onward,
whether our motivation changes or our levels of discipline
whither or vanish;
whatever we choose to agree upon at this point,
we have to be sure of all we agree upon.
I go back to those dreams again,
in my youth, but not young yet
I am somewhere at a place where
I experienced somewhat of a rebirth,
like life coming back to us or
like springtime, when the northern hemisphere
comes alive again
and all that was wilted and gray,
returns to color.
Here I am in the soft hue of morning,
the sun is on its way,
and the sky is about to change,
which is pretty of course.
Then again, everything changes.
Everything moves, even when we are still,
all of us are moving, continuously, ongoing,
and endlessly around on this big thing
I call Project Earth
because nothing is ever still.
And, I begin where I am . . .
I’m standing here at the face of a new day,
waiting for the sun to prevail
and looking to make a move or two,
just to keep my hopes alive.
I am north of where I was yet
there’s a piece of me, southbound,
where the waters are pure and emerald bays
are prevalent in the landscapes around me.
And hope, you say?
Sure, I have hope.
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The horse moved through flesh that evening,
and another soul
forfeited its right to the kingdom the next morning,
just to feel a bit closer to heaven
Understand?
Before next, it was sunrise and in the absence of presence,
there would be no recollection of anything so perfect,
other than a nod, of course,
which tripped the lines of fascination
and taught the mind to descend
into slow moving pools
of absolute bliss
I remember what I thought when I got into this ride.
I know when this trip began and I know where I was
when I agreed to these terms.
I remember the promise I made to myself
which was more than just to keep myself accountable.
When I began, I decided that if I was going to write
then I would only write a certain way.
This was not for the crowd or to bring me to the reader
but instead, I decided that if I was going to start this trip
then there could only be one way for me to travel.
I want to be crazy. Yes, absolutely crazy
I want to be perfectly crazy
like we used to be,
way back in the day
before life took its turn
and age took away the chaos.
I want to be like we were
back when adrenaline and rebellion
would pulse through our veins
and back when our first and major function
was to be wilder than we were
the night before.
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