I Am Made Of You...

In the beginning I was just a shadow
In the beginning I was alone
In the beginning I was blind, living in a world devoid of light
In the beginning there was only night


I was shattered, left in pieces
And I felt so cold inside
Then I called you from the darkness
Where I hide


I am made of you
I am made of you
I am made of you
I am made of you


In the beginning you were revelation
A river of salvation and now I believe


All I wanted, all I needed
Was someone to rescue me
I was drowning, I was dying
Now I'm free


I am made of you
I am made of you
I am made of you
I am made of you


Here I am now, I can stand now
Cause your love has made me strong
And forever you're the singer
I'm the song


I am made of you
I am made of you
I am made of you
I am made of you


I am made of you
I am made of you
I am made of you
I am made of you

Changing of the Winds...

The winds of fortune do not always blow the same. There are times when fortunes change, when the gods of chance and serendipity conspire in mysterious ways, putting events and actions in motion to bring about a conclusion, an outcome that at the outset seems less likely than one could possibly fathom. The scheme seems to be more than a long shot, it’s an outright impossibility. Like turning air into gold or network television moving away from reality shows as its bread and butter there seems only one possible outcome. Miraculously though, the timeline chugs along moving at a snail’s pace with no clear end in sight, then all at once the light shines blindingly bright, a beacon on the horizon that illuminates the entire sky, outshines the sun, and yet even with such intensity, such vibrancy and brilliance, you can’t help but look upon it. Beauty, true beauty beheld, not just fathomed or imagined, but gazed upon, seen with fresh eyes and openness, the soul welcoming the luminescence as the shadows recede from the forefront and do their best to hide, such a thing is at best a pipedream, to most anyway. But for a very lucky few, those committed to toil and suffer, to while away countless hours and endure untold burdens and still greet the dawn with more than a token smile, the ones to whom even given the most negative and terrible circumstances, something within them stirs, something echoes and tingles, accepting and embracing that light, that brilliance, and all at once the universe finds harmony, the microcosm of their life settles into a careful clockwork of meticulous perfection and there is no fear, only the inverse.

Such a thing is rare, occurring less than one time out of however many stars there are in the sky and yet it does happen. For most it’s a dream, the hazy fog giving away only the slightest hints of the illusion, yet for those instances the lie is clung to so tenaciously that for most they demand it to be real. They convince themselves that if they believe it hard enough they can make it fact, they can actually alter reality and force their way into making something from nothing. For others they get the real thing and they can’t see past the microcosms of their own agendas to appreciate or recognize the opportunity that’s staring them in the face. It’s sad but it’s true. Most of us are too consumed by our own agendas to really acknowledge or recognize even the smallest hint of good fortune when it’s presented. Then there is a third group, those that disbelieve such a thing can happen, they approach it with trepidation and denial, almost willing the winds to change once more. So with so many options, so much ignorance and disconnection, how can anyone ever really accept and acknowledge the good fortune they’re faced with? Is it luck? Is it fate? Is it skill or observance? I can’t say and I won’t posit because I think it’s such a rare and perfect storm of circumstances and events that for each outcome the circumstances are so far different, but I will say this, when it does happen and the opportunity is seized...even the greatest poets lost their words, the most beautiful voices lose their sound, the most powerful law ceases to matter, and in that instant and forever after there is nothing greater, nothing more profound or complete than the passion that erupts and burns with more intensity than a million stars and nothing, not time, not gravity, loss or longing, will ever extinguish it.