Harmony.

A choir of songs singing. Unison.
Each recounting own stories. Each sharing what's bearing on hearts. Own time, own tempo.

And I am meeting myself in my own writing. Learning to cherish and appreciate all and every.

Words do have power.

What people might not realize is that when you are counselling someone, you are speaking words over them, words with a direction, a flux. You are giving part of yourself, gifting yourself. What is given does not come back. And a gift becomes someone else's discretion, possession. That is why it is hard to retain what you communicate. Difficult to be impacted by your own. Speaking's like singing. When you engage the audience, you are teleported to another realm, trance. For that duration, you forget where you are, em fears and guitar. And once again, you remember what freedom tastes like. What liberation feels like. The moment then explode into little pieces of joy, surged. And you feel alive, on beat, your own heart's beat. Somewhere within the temple, a hard rock café and animation of bodies. Movements. Vibrations. One with the music. One with the spark. God forbids. That you become self-aware in the middle of the park. That you comprehend what you are doing. Forego yourself already. And let your five senses condense to dispense the sixth sense. Experience the flow, with your bros. Live out your humanhood, entity. Your body, mind, soul, unity. Then, allow life to speak on its own behalf, and let your essence, burn + actualize.

Even though I am leaving behind a part of myself on this stage, on someone else's soil, let me not leave this place empty-handed. Rather, let my inner sanctuary be embellished by another's words of celebration, exhortation. Remind me again the value of relationships will ya. That as much I am needed, I am needy. So allow this here to be met. To encounter. Someone bigger than meself. Bigger than life itself.

Take me as who I am. Unfiltered. Unprocessed. Raw. Rough around the edges.

Question.
After achieving all these in life.
Obtaining all these from life.
Then what? Wife?

I do. Want to return to that dream. Where I can be with you. Yes you. Only you. The blood of my heart. Activation code of my purpose. My feather, father. Together, I can toil. Strive. One more day. One more time. In hope of the climb, when I finally meet you.
Bedazzled, by you.
Dancing the tango, with you.

Come forth.
You, worth.
My Lord.
Aboard.