I stand on the shoulders of giants
The ones that came before me
And I’m gasping for air here
Buddha pose and armed to the teeth
Contrast and perspective
A moment of reflection beckons
A second for some gratitude is in order
To acknowledge and appreciate what you got
And to be prepared to lose it all, in an instant, at any moment
To be tested at a minimum, all the time
Its sad but true
And part of the suffering that is the privilege of this life
Prepared not paranoid is what I say
That reality is where I find myself today
And it’s precious and enlightening
And ferocious
And it tears through me like a fucking bullet
The road here is harrowing
I don’t glamorize it
It’s not sexy
It’s not cool
It’s the hardest work I have ever done
But I’m here
And I cant wait for tomorrow
I’ve been fighting my own war for so long
A little short on perspective at times, and my intentions need polishing
But I’m here nonetheless
Beads and axe in hand
The thrill of the fight
I’m growing weary of these battles though
The hard truth is I’m looking for a home
A place to lay my head in peace
I’ll fight til the death if necessary
But that seems tedious
I’ve been a gentleman through this unveiling
Blood shed for this moment
I’ve swallowed my pride
And carried the shame
Sweated through many “dark nights of the soul”
I still can’t shake this desire
This need to become
Its been a long time coming
I’m ready
I promise I won’t betray this trust