Part V- The Reacquainting

Now that you have been left behind, you see yourself there ahead, calling you to join yourself in the first few naked steps beyond where you were left behind. You angle your steps ahead, in order to not appear to be frightened by the possibility of meeting that person you have been afraid to encounter. You have seen a similar photo pinned upon every mirror you have inspected; you are hard pressed with the fact that there may be a parallel in the way the both of you have existed, but happiness may be found in the fact that you have always been mistaken.

As the both of you meld together, you begin to notice that your heart beats as if there is a need for its function. There seems to be an input of energy in your struggle to acknowledge the fact that life can be lived without ever knowing who you are. Yet, here you are, together at last, yourself has waited for you to discover yourself. A new dawn peeks over the edge of the walls you have momentarily escaped from, while reminding you that there is more to do in order to accomplish the task of true acquaintance.

Your breath sounds real as you run from your own imprisonment. The wind in your face begins to feel you as if you are anew and truly excited. There is adrenalin that is forced through your petrified veins until these canals have been open as the spring time of your life has delivered the thaw of your winter coldness. Here you walk, together at last through the forests of creativity and you begin to see that the first brushstrokes have glided on the canvas of your own resolve.

The colors you use, bring joy to your eyes and pleasure to your coherence, for it tells of the story within the dream that has summoned its reality. Awake and functional the brush moves with purpose and procedure as the tale unfolds for exhibition in the gallery of found lives. Here within, this mind be it yours, be it mine, grants wishes for the deepest desirable desires. Passion is the price one pays for the opportunity to dance with themselves. Embrace your spirit as your spirit builds you a soul.

Hang your masterpiece in the skies. Watch it tilt as the star it is hung upon, spirals with a new enthusiasm for the duty it has been enlisted to perform. Point your fingers at the glory within the universe, as you finally can see the image in the grandest mirror possible. But do not become complacent with the thought that all has been accomplished. For it is only the beginning and you are only involved within the first few steps of your entitlements. Do not close your eyes or you may be sure to fall asleep once again.