Recourse

What apologies may I offer you for being naturally who I am? I am no longer the misshapen one who cries for sanctuary from the judgment of the masses. Thinking of my mission here I am accomplishing exactly that. My charge is to lead you to the canvass, paint what is in your heart, see what truths you see in the light dance when you feel the strength. I am projecting the love I was given upon the world so that for a moment people remember who they are why they came. I don't have the responsibility for deciding what you should wear to the party or how you hold your fork. I only care about the internal topography, the landscape of your soul as you would. How fast do your rivers run, how strong are the breezes to launch your kite and to what height must you ascend? I am in the midst of figuring my own riddle and several of the first clues I have deciphered tell me that I enjoy being with people like you. Time, my friend, my enemy, my master my victim what will we bring from the tidepools of tomorrow? The little window I hold at the back of my retina that only I can see grows larger. And the pictures are crystal, sharp, supple and sweet. I am building the foundation of nirvana in my heart and my dreams will be remembered.
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