The Quiet Hours

It is in the quiet hours, when my soul is still and untouched, alone in my togetherness, that I understand my mission and the why of things. There is much to learn, much be humbled by. Most of all, I am forced to look in the dirty mirror of my third eye and see curious eyes staring back at me. And I ask, "Who ARE you?"

I have loved and lost, but most of all I have gained. Being alone forces me to see what I've been missing or unwilling to see...that my mission is far from complete. I am being told to put my whole self into it and be the conduit for those who cannot speak.

Create.

Write.

Live one's purpose.