This morning I am inside the deep corner pocket of my mind having awaited a cue shot.
Starting from scratch.
I am the photographic evidence of the universe. No longer blinded by my own view.
I am the production of wind as I execute my escape from my prisoning past.
I am the secret enjoyment of failure and second chances.
I am the four letter words used in short conversation.
I am the main actor, playing the fool, in my divinely improvised script.
I am the realization in my smile.
I am the deep sea diver rewarding myself with the treasures of the unexplored ocean floor, taking “bottom of the barrel” to new depths.
I am the breath carefully stolen at the opera.
I am the conductor of my chemical reactions wildly unaware of my particapition in my own expirement.
I am the whisper of future in meditation.
I am a password in a dream.