You feel strong, tight. Flexible, loose. Strolling along with a powerful stride. Almost graceful. Confident. Full of energy pulsing through your veins. Your body can display stability and motion, each within split seconds of each other. To hold a position for an extended duration. Carry a load for long distance. …

“But that’s the way it’s always been done…” Yes. Carry on. But for you, the rebel, the renegade, the I’m going to CREATE something revolutionary human being.. There’s always another way. But how to access it? Bring it to life. Against all odds. Defying all the critics and followers of the lame mainstream way of doing things. You are not for everyone. But THAT is your greatest asset. You ARE for someone.

The Wall in front of you There’s a wall in front of you… Except it’s not visible. It’s the invisible monster called your self-talk. How does this wall stop you each and every day of your life? By telling you what you are afraid of. How you are not good…

The beauty of being BOLD In a copycat world, it’s easy to get reeled in to the normal way of “doing things” Everyone else is doing it so they can’t all be wrong… can they ? The beauty of being bold is that you stand out What great human achievements come from doing what everyone else is doing? What pioneers, legends, one-of-a-kind special people followed the industry standards and trends? Being bold is scary

New book in hand The sound of flipping pages A feeling of satisfaction Yet yearning For more Always Another In the weeds…

In your bed All of the noise Dissipates The surface of the pond like glass A dragonfly plays above like a kite Free from smog Free to be Free throughout This moment You want to last Always Fog over the mountain The essence of which A photo can’t quite Capture.

Slow steps Snake tongue Fog thick Heavy weight Upon Mind, heart and other Invisible deity Like language Becoming thunder storms.

Top down morning sounds hiss and hush like lush bath bubble foam inspired sleepwalking Together apart the start roars in a space between tire twist and ice sculptures adrift Toward any hometown upside dish like frame flip and resurrected in chimes That climbing urge a motion like sunflower seed nowhere to be found Yet still burst, sun thirst in wavy haze phase off the visionary workspace some call

A roaming Buffalo Neither taken, nor left To own His devices Which were given Away Yesterday In a tiny square box nailed to a wall Styrofoam existence Reaches insistence That the ears confirm To a missing link connect the dots where’s the treasure found miscalculation nation Forgotten As hooves create prints in the snow A defined recollection Winds stir To erase The connection Was it lost Or found?