When the lights go out.

Have I ever told you that I've died three times? Well, I have and every time was different. The first time I died twice in one sitting; Shock and complications. The third time I died there was a sense of relief as I was making some decisions, however, when the lights went out in my head while mid-scene I was sent back to my body with a few extras. Each time showed me a bit of who I am and could be also, it showed me my work and why it was so important. Had I caught a glimpse of this information instead of living in the jarred sense, I would be further along than I am. Then again, I am where im suppose I be as it was intended. The information told was one for the body no the head. When the head caught up, the shifts within began to unravel. We never really see the gems that lat before us until the shine of its center blinds us further into our next. What lies next is always the question yet, when do we look at the present for its gifts? As I stand firmly in the present I can tell you that it's just as luminous as the future and sometimes more so. 

 What I propose o myself and others who read is I believe that purpose is just a word, destiny isn't just a stripper's name, spirit can materialize in ways unimaginable and the gift of it all is patience, observation, and the kindness you give yourself to allow.