Faceless I walk through the ocean around me.
Cloaked in anonymity, a force just drifting.
Waiting. Wondering if I will ever find a place to rest in my best.
Or if this life is just meant to spread seeds I stumble on until I’m dead, so fleeting.
Offering what I have wherever I go, as if tonight I plan to die,
Then every morning I awake I find new ways to delight,
as I walk on shattered glass and reach for the sky,
all the while Life gives me everything I need to keep going.
Just a stranger sojourning, following insight even when into dark nights.
A friend to anyone in need if they ask and receive me,
here for a moment then the wind takes me.
A cottonwood seed on the wayward breeze.
At the mercy of something more powerful than me.
And yet, powering my growth and establishment mysteriously, in ways beyond me.
Whispering promises of planting my feet in soil my roots can run deep. It empowers me.
My origins, remained a mystery until I reached new heights to see the progressions surrounding.
Purpose landing me where the ground can sustain mighty limbs and luscious leaves.
A paradise where Ancient trees toss their seeds, somehow, I rest among these. Internally.
My duty in the meantime is to drift beautifully, swirling and soaking in my surroundings.
Taking each view, each scene personally, as if it were made just for me…
Each scar, each new height achieved a beautiful reminder I can face anything..
