By Mark A. Leon

The uncontrollable forces of humanity
Let the unpredictable take hold of your senses
To breathe on its own

A blink
Exposing the deepest roots of humanity and self-realization
Isn’t that it
Isn’t that what this ride is all about
Meaning

In the pits of the soul
The trenches of the mind
The depths of reality and imagination crashing in an explosive bang

Huh
That was something

Grounded once again
Level
Balanced
Serenity
Walk on water, taste the air, feel the force of wind

A power so much greater than I
It must be the sign I seek

A creator
A manifest destiny

Looking, looking, looking
Where is that big moment that answers all the questions?

Maybe it is in the beauty of a newborn
The soft touch of animal
The bit of wisdom from the elderly
The peaceful look of the rising sun
The stillness of the moonlight

Maybe I am looking too far
Like a traveler without a destination
A journeyman without a map

The home I seek lies on the steps I take
All around, it is all so familiar
This is the place
This is the time

Answers are near