my mistaken life…

skill03taken abreast by the past of my sorrows, or led astray by the mistakes in my mind, i search out my past hauntings and failures for there true perfection i shall find.

where lies the skill with which i made my corrections, and the discipline that righted my erred theories, and turned me down a new path, filled with open eyes and loud queries.

all action is an effect of a cause, decision into motion, the arrows pinpointing their target, land finally reached by the longest swim in the ocean.

calm winds or violent waves, a hunting great white, or the violence of a bee, a walk upon the desert thirsty for the light.