Vision, mission, purpose, drive…
Key concepts either authentic or telling lies
It begins with intention, the root, the why
It stems from that, it flourishes or dies
It matches consistent action even if it’s a little at a time
The drip, drip of pure water overpowering a waterfall of slime                            And I’m by no means perfect, though I’ve glimpsed at saintly sights for just long enough to know the pursuit of that station is worth the fight

It’s about power of persuasion, being an inspiration, being that spark that ignites a change in formation

A thought leader, a leader by example, a story worth telling, wrapped in a tragic hero’s preamble

An archer of ideas, born from adversity’s high gears, a sufferer’s yield rich in insights and lessons real

It’s about striking a chord by being human and authentic about what you believe and how you project it

It’s about being the imperfect vessel that you are, but brave and bold when you know the cargo is precious and needing transport

It’s not talk that’s cheap, it’s the type of talk we’ve become accustomed to sow and reap

The ability to put these words together, and reflect on how they’re tethered, were paid by a price steep

So, I don’t discount this currency, the method of exchange of Rumi and Shakespeare…

Not to say that I match in style, or literary delights, but the substance of what I’m striving to address is the meaning, the travails, the very purpose of our personal and collective existence

This is a treatise in defense of the word, extolling the potential power of the pen, and the intellect’s prowess possibilities, especially if it’s in tune with the heart and

soul, which is what lends it credence

So, if you’re leading the charge, if you’re championing a cause, if you’re spreading the word, and making sure that good is ‘heard’, then continue on, but be sure to remain true to the ‘why’ behind the enterprise

And if you’re a foot soldier of sorts, or someone who ‘gets out the vote’, or says a supportive word, or a silent prayer, I reckon we collectively wouldn’t go too far without your presence

It’s begins by persuading yourself, finding inspiration to personally progress, and lighting that inner spark, for you can be the change you want to see in the world

So, Ready, Set…Advocate!

Everything that has transpired within the confines of my mind

Delays have been shortcuts disguised

For if I didn’t feel pain would I long to redress pain greater than mine?

Mad at the words unable to transform reality in real time

But grateful for their testimony building a case to be tried in due time

My style of writing may not be epic but it’s mine

And I’m proud of the mountain that I have climbed,

Within a series of hills meant to build character by their grind

And everything that’s happened, all of it is by design

Even the inexplicable will become clear when we cross that ‘line’

I have been bewildered by my stops at stations seemingly a waste of time

Only to find later on that they were vehicles needed for the bigger picture to align

And I am caught up by the soundtrack of what may appear like repetitive rhymes

But it is the cyclical momentum of the dervish that is carried between the lines

So, call me crazy for my allusions of grandeur

But I was put ‘here’ and given a choice to exponentially matter