I am turning
I am finding dappled sunlight breaking into my soul
Time is preciously intangible
And shifting away from me
I feel erratic in my visibility
And wonder how much of me is being seen
When I walk out of doors
The heat is radiating
My spiral is spinning
And I am finding pebbles in the sand
Nature breams my soul
And walks find my inner self
Uncorrupt
Unashamed, unabashed
The end of the road,
Where my cadence stops
Crashes me into the real world
And my soul redivided
Ideal and real
My profusion is becoming my own
Thanks to belief that has come from outside of myself
It has embedded and created its own off shoot in me
I am beginning too late
I am beginning none the less
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