Hours of my human experience
Manifestations without Hesitation
Appetites of Patience

My eyes can barely recognize a landscape that was so familiar
My ears can hardly hear a melody that ruled without competition
My nose is remotely detecting intoxicating scents that filled the nights
My hands are not able to touch the familiar softness of the day

Are you still the same place I once reverred, or have you fallen into the despair of greed
Maybe my mind is in tune with a different reality, or appreciates a different age.
There must be a source that fuels this rebellion of sorts.  Maybe we start with innocense, forget it is there along the way.  And if we are lucky it all comes back, in a time we are most comfortable.  It comes back to change a status qou we believed was correct, only to show us the insignificance of this correctness.

They say true love never dies, but then again why does a love so old seem to drift so far, while my heart rejoices at a departure?  Who was the lover and who was loved ? 

Are we on the edge of discovery ?  Is there something so much bigger out there, that the sheer beauty is intoxicating us ?  In the currents, we are swayed, yet in the simple power of thought we are saved.  Maybe this little secret I carry, is a secret no more - merely an awakining of a gift, we all recieved a long time ago. Hidden it was, for all the wrong reasons, or was timing the essence of it all ?

Time stands still for no one, yet this fruit of the mind has been standing within the depths only laughing at a discussion of neutrality that could barely move one way or the other.  Now that spring is here, I see the two stopping for a moment and realizing the end of their reign was the rebirth of one of them. Who it was they did not know, but surely before the season's end, they knew it would never be the same.

A painting that you thought depicted your scene gets completely rearranged with the single stroke of the brush.  The colors are now screaming in joy, as harmony descends upon them as a toy for a baby boy.

Insatiable is my appetite, yet infinite is my patience for the Freind is my guiding light...and my nature is the discovery of this sight.

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