spoettory

  Snapped   I've been  in the valley  of death -  many times   and each time I die I snap back to life to start it  all over again and again  my life's not been great and I've not done anything great but I'm proud  to be me not the pride of achievement  not pity pride it's the pride of living  and doing the little things  that get some big things  done!

                                               not a race                                             move at your pace                                              life's case

  Strange!(?)   I see things when my eyes are closed   I hear voices when I'm not listening I say things when my lips are sealed   I go places when I'm sitting alone   I think of many things when I'm not thinking   I do things when I'm doing nothing                                                                  n.m.

everything   the words we don't say the deeds we don't show the thoughts we don't reveal are all treasures in secret   the sacrifices we make the compromises we make the struggles we face break and make us   how our bare body looks how we adorn ourselves how we carry ourselves attract and distract (repelling) others   what humans we move with how we treat people individually what service and how we render it put us where we find ourselves   the object we give our devotion the supernatural that rules us the nature of life we live determine where we're going                                                  n.m.

                         L  O  V  E! L ive for life's purpose   O ver (y)oursel(f)ves for an-other('s);     V erily like this, Apostle John's Master          E ternally lives, so shall (yo)u(s)!                                                                           n.m.

tracing stories   where stories begin? not at birth, not at the discovery of your path carved for you carved by you   beginnings go far far back as time when light was called forth from darkness and land surfaced on the waters, becoming everything else the world conceived and formed in a week plus rest and the telling of the Big Bang billions of years back stories   and (hi)story the genesis of our world, our story set characters make entrances and exits playing roles, neglecting parts your entrance brings you here (and our entrances converge at this time) to play, to create, to be - before you exit   the beginning of your story  like the beginning of your grandparent's, back back back to their forbears' forbears   the beginning of your story!                                         ...

  A  PRELUDE  In brewing with words begins this journey Of refining thoughts harvested from fields Of play and labor - from seasons of seasons - Our sweet company hold to bloom l ike  A living flower of rainy and harmattan days. See with my eyes, and listen, sense it all: My pieces in your pieces - all of me with all of you,  Taste the juice, smell the smoke and flavor - Sour or sweet brew's but the brewer's art. Curse not the course, bless not the bold But behold beyond and beyond behold the  Veiling, venting and vexing and vimming through this voyage!                                       n.m.