Sitting
silently I observe
The sensation of feeling
Without a word
Thoughts unheard
Intuition echoes
Resonation
In my chest
Nothing less
Than knowing
And oh how I know
The proper direction
I should go
Now I am facing
No more pacing
To and fro
Onward I go
To reap the seed I sow
No fear
It's clear
And coming quicker
As the plot gets thicker
I remember
The resonating
Echoes embracing
Emulating
Event horizon
'Cause I'm risin'
To the occasion
© A. Bougie - 8/2009
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