The journey begins with one foot forward, two steps to the side, ball change, kick. Dancing through life to ease the pain. Now knowing our Hero is the Director of his own life, as he moves in rhythm to the underlying music of the Universe, meditating on past events to ensure no repeat of past failures, realizing there are no failures only experiences from which we create, update, and grow our soul. Traveling alone in this reality, yet one of many in the true reality where the undercurrent of pure energy carries us all though the ultimate journey.
Our Hero moves in a state of free form allowing events around to play out without interfering, watching, waiting for the right moment in time to rejoin this false reality. Without emotion he watches his trusted, his blood, the Other. Without interest he observes the events around him. Without reaction he absorbs information. Detached our Hero dances on, pirouettes on a speck of stardust, echappe sautes on red dwarfs, jump heel kick across the Universe.
His voice within warns " you cannot stay here". Our Hero turns disturbed by the distraction, a Raven flies by, a reminder, a memory. The stars grow distant, riding a comet he returns to the pain of a false reality but with the experience and the wisdom of the universal traveler. He brushes off the stardust, and looking to the sky follows the path of the raven he sees flying overhead. Still a slight jump in his step, a smile on his face, and a surge of renewed empathy for his fellow kind.
Our Hero moves in a state of free form allowing events around to play out without interfering, watching, waiting for the right moment in time to rejoin this false reality. Without emotion he watches his trusted, his blood, the Other. Without interest he observes the events around him. Without reaction he absorbs information. Detached our Hero dances on, pirouettes on a speck of stardust, echappe sautes on red dwarfs, jump heel kick across the Universe.
His voice within warns " you cannot stay here". Our Hero turns disturbed by the distraction, a Raven flies by, a reminder, a memory. The stars grow distant, riding a comet he returns to the pain of a false reality but with the experience and the wisdom of the universal traveler. He brushes off the stardust, and looking to the sky follows the path of the raven he sees flying overhead. Still a slight jump in his step, a smile on his face, and a surge of renewed empathy for his fellow kind.
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