Transcendence

Take a look inside your flower that begs to grow. And so...relinquish control...in lieu of the flow, we project our glow...as we reap what we sew. You know?

Or perhaps we fail to dance this trance. In the midst, we forsake our dreams. Fail to transcend our circumstance...and this moment burns out.

As the years go cry. Shed a deep why as our wings to fly. But did we ever really try?

Does time exist? The gist: Step into the abyss. Our questions may be answered...or just one kiss.

                                                                    --Bruce Hurley Johnston

The Answers

What if trust was a fact?

What if we valued tears?

What if things were easy?

What if there were no pain?

What if there were no fears?

What if there were no walls?

What if honesty was normal?

What if a feeling was enough?

What if nothing else mattered?

What if the truth was accepted?

What if there were no opinions?

What if we could have our desires?

What if the mind didn't get in the way?

What if I didn't have to ask these questions?

The answers are hidden in every moment of silence...every moment of laughter...every moment of eye contact...every moment of physical contact...every moment we shed a tear.

So cherish the laughter but feel the pain...If it is not felt, it can never be removed.

                                                                    --Bruce Hurley Johnston