The Brighter Side

The air calm and warm, the mood serine and mellow, quietness settles in the spaces between us, never ending in the warm affections through the meeting of our eyes. Understanding persists, ebbing in and around this space, the vast crevice of time, of forefathers, the standing upon a cliff hand in hand, looking over the horizon of destiny's. This land I find myself on has a presence about it, its sacredness calling out to me from afar, placing its hand upon my forehead, revealing the past to me in pieces along the way, seeing delight in my enlightenment. I only hope I do not wake, and the dream fades with the sunrise of nonexistence. I don't think so though, for Im tired of playing tricks with my mind, and allowing doubt and fear to consume me whole again. This is not the case though, for I feel this in a deeper place than that, and that although there are many tribulations in life, nothing can take away from this place in which I find myself now. Now is the way of reality, that one in which I have never known, the reality that was myself, that is myself, that I have wanted to become and know for all my life.