If I am meant to be somewhere...

... then let that place or state of being call me by name. Let it not fall on deaf ears. Let it resonate with unavoidable presence. Let the restlessness of my mind not tamper with my ever emergent path. Let these things preying on my heart,... on my thoughts,... take form in creative ways, creative expressions, and let them not become the poison of my mind. Let the putrid sludge, the callous growths, the disgusting toxicity of mindless pity and overindulgence of self... filter out, and return a clearer, cleaner energy; like water flushing out the narrow passageways and deepening corridors of my body and mind. Let it soak into my pores, my organs, and neurons,... and let them return with greater clairity of vision, of function, of being. Shall the stresses of the daily life be replaced with the ambition to solve them, and shall those stresses be solved with the precision of such a clarity. Let my higher intellect and my greater artist shine through, and shall my sensory sharpen through uncompromised practice. May the channels remain open, and may new energies be interpreted; may the antenna of the pineal persuasion, the radar of my organic think tank, the receiver of my soul-seat expand, understand, and comprehend. May event convene to the high ventures of great lives lived with little regret, and bring me in the presence of great others; talented, multi-dimensional, and insightful.

And I hold this much as true, because I am not simply speaking from my body, but from my soul as well. I confirm myself, therefore, to the words inspired from my seat below the heavens, upon the soiled earth; my physical domain, toward the astral plane.

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Just a chunk of my mindset, spewed out all over this post like an unforgiving mess of incoherent thought-pattern. Relentlessly there.

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ya... "never in the wrong time or wrong place"... :)