I am writing everything exactly as it is coming to my mind right now. It's amazing what comes out when you don't plan on what to say, because all the pretenses are removed from the message, and you end up with a direct link to your thoughts and mind.
I am thinking about sitting atop a snow covered mountain and what it would be like to shout from the top of my lungs to the world below. I am traveling back to the red road in Hawaii where I ran every day and would hear the thundering sounds of the ocean tides onto the volcanic beaches. I am back to the place where rainbows graced the horizon and moon bows haunted the evening sky. In the stillness my mind journeys to the places of clarity where no echo resonated louder than the very thoughts of my own mind. To search inside instead of seek outside the needs of my body was to discover the very essence of me.
Rays of sunlight were like knives penetrating the canope of trees creating a burst of life into the dull shadows. I was living on the tropical outskirts of a far off place, yet I have never felt so at home. Yet, in another realhm of geographic excess I felt the same serenity on a 14,000 mountain with the earth in all it's existence seemingly at my fingertips. It was a fading moment of reality, but a moment of clarity none the less. It's the kind of peace that the pure silence of freshly fallen snow can provide. Perhaps the further from the white noise of man made civilation the voice of God made creation speaks the loudest. Being of that very creation myself, I was at home.
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