Disarray is my voice all of me is in Upheaval, but to what end? A solemn future or wandering cascades of matured dreams? I am open to everything as I wait for the next step to show itself. It is as a curious doe startled and stunned with my Movement. The next step watches from afar, speaks softly so I must strain to hear. If I miss it it becomes quieter Though it never fades. I soon must strain to listen a pin drop on a pin. But the call is louder than ever. In this place of relative nothing there is Everything. In this place of profound change there is inordinate growth. A Slumbering Energy has been awoke and though I seek to tame it, I spin in so many directions. The energy is so strong, so powerful, so all consuming, that I am afraid to fully commit because the results might be more than I can currently handle. But I am alive once more. I am seeing once again though as for the first time I was called onto something greater. What i
Poetry, Photos, and Stuff by Matt Ramey