training camp
Intense…
…longing to be free amongst the myriad of faces and constraints of silence; a congestion of personas coupled with vibrance of individuality.
“who am I?”
…so commonly asked, yet not carelessly inferred. So basic a question, though deep a response. This becomes the beginning of a shifting, a desire to be; not a fragmented mess of competition. The answer given, when the questioner desires and opens to exposure.
“the seek has begun”
You so eloquently put, or really, you so eloquently design to give chase to those who question. You want them to question; you want them to desire, to long for you. You create a search for nothing less than where passion and boldness can unify and quantify their results; at least, as long as they are willing. A beauty is conveyed through this; appearing chaotic, though really, just mysterious and wondrous.
Discretion and comfort, vanish as if they were a fine haze, dissipating before an on-lookers very eyes. Caution eloquently put, is thrown carelessly to the wind. How great must this freedom be? How life altering can it be measured? Is it even quantifiable to the observer, or only to the one who experiences relief and release?
Something strange and beautiful occurs before our very eyes, a sense of being understood resonates on the soul as if to say, “I know you.” Pride and arrogance are casualties of this finite quest. Fear is held captive by the emergence of this new-found sense of love and passion. Frustration and competition die to never be revived again, due the overwhelming sense of freedom.
“the seek is on”
“Are we ready?”
