Discovery

Not in the mood for soothing waves lapping the waters edge of rhythmic predictability or cascades of light warming my face and soothing my wearied soul. Today there will not be the inspiration of the accompanying gentle wind caressing my hair. Although I am intoxicated in its presence...reborn in the capricious nature of its perfection. Today, a more a brutal reality emanates...a brooding reverie that chases away the calm. A silhouette...faded yet familiar is disguised in the murky distance. Mirrored images of past and present endlessly shift, taunt and tantalize until finally surrendering into a crawl. I am motionless... suspended in timeless regeneration. It is here that "I" is in the diminutive. Human is simply a taste or smell in the collective experience. The journey has been long and arduous...in search of the enigmatic...the elusive ...that which is shrouded in mystery and inspires endless contemplation. I concede to the subliminal vision and the shadowy figure emerges triumphant with a ferocity.

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