If not of normal stock
Or cerebral acceptance
Would neither be true of either
As it is this temporal conveyance reveals
Another step of another life

Would I father a child to father a child?
Would I create a domain to create a domain?
Would I hold the inconceivable to illuminate the hand?
Would I awaken the secrets to abandon the world?

Aye, as if an ocean did spring forth from a drop
Would I follow the origins of my life
To the will of Their ways
Even unto the trust of my own foot
Upon the rock of the earth

For it is not in my mind
That your mind shall be
Nor in my thoughts
That your thoughts should be
But as design of my mind
So too is design of yours
For purpose

That of this formerly undiscovered imaginings
Would it bring forth the son of reason
Or the daughter of compassion
As an outside light to the darkened world
Hell bent on the war of its ways

I do believe as I have always believed
Even during and after this darkness of ills
That with the direction of the Great Light
Nothing would be left unsecured

That if upon the earth itself the souls of others wish to dwell
All would be made prepared

If it would be that we reach
For the normal winds
And normal dreams
We would forsaken the journey made for us
By the very reason of the alternate life forms
Of our designs

Had you not said and written the words?
Had you not placed the foundation of everlasting life
As instructed?
Had you not proclaimed the reason of your mind?
And the formation of your heart?
Had you not always seen the great family?

Had I not built the many castles?
And made the music unmade?
And formerly placed the cornerstone for the open doors?
Did my will not welcome many, as instructed?
And made way for those who had been lost
By the peace of a clean heart?

Though many did thrust away the riches
And curse away the spirit
And lied and cheated and stole away
Whatever you or I had left…

The story isn’t over.
It isn’t even close.

As it could not remove the candle of your light
In my heart
Even in the darkest darkness
So to proof has their challenge failed
And their horridness must now wither

As every blessing multiplies
Into those who bless
And those who are blessed
And those who witness the blessing
And those who recall

We know as always it is because a blessing
Is a portion of life
And life lives… life is… and life is everlasting

So too
As every curse multiplies
Into those who curse

We know as always it is because a curse
Is a portion of death
And death dies…

Much can be said about a blessing
And how it never fails
Whereas little can be said about a curse
Because it always fades

Normal?
Not ever.

Our slate is being wiped clean
As a new path requires a new opportunity
A new perspective
A new pair of work boots
To do a new job
For a new adventure

As we know
Many can be left behind
In their opinions of what you or I or we should be
But many shall also stay
And watch and wonder
As also new members arrive
On that new path

And In this we do NOT forsake the past
Nor forget it
Nor release our love of those before
Just as a child becomes an adult
So too can an adult become
Another being
If only we listen

Thank you for sharing this road with me

Let us find the valley of the Hidden Lake

Ryan o0o