stepping stones.

for every static whisper 
streaming through my frequency;
 I'm riding translucent waves.

a kiss,
a softened voice 

coming through

like that of cosmos
 --clustered in seismic rhythm 
 

once scattered images now size my view.

where does one's spirited-self lye,
when a light source appears;
so suddenly?


 

relax your mind.
 and in time you'll see,
 what you seek has already sought you out

 your destiny,
a vibrant stream of twinkling matter
pushing its way though your mind.




 walk by faith,
 not sight.


everything you are,
 you are,
 written in the stars.