Wednesday, July 15, 2009

...EVERYTHING STARTS WITH PURPOSE...

In hopes that a release of thought will flush me pure. Change. Knowing that I am guided by a higher power gives me much comfort, just not as much as it should. This I know. Working on faith and strengthening THE esoteric power, no one knows. I am in faith's weight room like every other day, power lifting. I just know I can be great. Searching for my purpose, cultivating my curiosity. Performing live, through expression. If only it was just me.

Just me.

To vacate from the world, i find myself lifted. A tradition, practiced amongst many. Still I try to fight the black and white, and flourish color. I want to exist in abundance versus just existing. Who wants to just be here? "And it's been long time coming. But I know, change gone come." I will def. make my mark, but my mark will not make me.

My mark.

I heart my situation. Fame? No. But for the longest, that's what I thought I success was. Blessings of life have left me stepping stones here and there, for me to climb higher. I want to return the favor. And one day hear, "Zachary Jerome Taylor, job well done!" I'll accept my award and brightly embellish the world with a smile. As I reap a great harvest, I'll have it transcend it's own greatness, in seeds. See, and that way the dream will never die.