Seated on the veranda of nature’s edge a breeze tends to smile
just as the skies in which they were formed bleed
a pattern to the very thought of my existence.

And although Purpose can be misdirected
by the simple things overstood
and a matter of persistence…or lack thereof.

I know I will shave those misconstrued uses of  negative energy
dripping from rocky sentiments sea to sea and coast to coast blending a recipe
to a soul that knows no limitation or distance.

The waves of life want more
than just a semblance of the manifestation next to
subtle obstacles anticipating the soul’s assistance.