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As I look towards the horizon

noone sees what visions come

as I gaze upon the ephemeral

manifestation of my life's

wishful portent.



I am rocked and jostled by the

conveyance I must ride daily to

reach my chosen place of full-

fillment on this plane.



ANd the ride is long, the tedium

bearable, and the longing...but

I digress.



Each day I pass time and it does

not seem to be able to catch up

with me.  I motor on to the reality

that I have built for myself and

make what joys I can within my

world.  And I am happy with the

"me" that has evolved in full.



But, there are unseen vistas that

call to me.  Just as time calls to

me when I go sailing by as I ride.

I am conveyed right past time.  And

it, cannot seem to match my velocity.



What I see in the distance, is my

future.  The complete me seeks

out the one complimentary soul who

will share my fate.  



The one, who, by divine providence,

comes onto the field of play as the

missing piece, now found, and ready

to assume its place in the fray as

to add balance to the scales, internal.



As you look upon my face and in my

eyes, you see the truth there.  I do

not hide it. Nor do I attempt to

obscure it from sight.  For my soul

may be seen clearly from the windows

view (the eyes do not lie).  



So then, look for the day when the

view changes.  It will be as clear

and as evident and as crisp as my

intellect.  As pure and bright as

the content of my smile renewed.

And as warm and tender as HIS love

is divine, my heart will no longer

be...



passing time.