I started there.
Not happy with the person I was becoming.
A year later, rerouted, and I am here.
A lot was absent from my life.
I wasn’t present
but now I am here.
I am gathered around me
falling free
even though I may not see the light
the illumination never stops
nor does the architecture of my trajectory
the engineering of what would become of me.
It’s a never-ending task,
over budget, over due,
a vibration
a unique sound wave
of practicing what I believe.
I returned here
and one year later
the constellations have completed their orbit
and the wildlife is my friend
the evening star and all that sparkles
arrive on time.
I await what invites me
stirring things up
allowing things to be
I left there
just in time.
I chose to come here.
Do you have yours?
Do I have mine?
The zenith of becoming me.
I am aiming for a few sure things
a victory.
I have returned to the flower that feeds me
a sense of purpose
that is what completes me.
I like looking at the evening star
living in the limelight
and wondering is this all that we are and meant to be?
After the curtain calls and the sun begins to rise
going home
with the notion that some things are meant to be
and others aren’t
and maybe I am not ready
to embrace what’s meant to be
maybe it’s not embraceable
maybe it’s time to forget about the inevitable
because I like the frivolous pursuit of being me.
Relaxing should be easy
as should
peace of mind.
The arc
some may call it
destiny
that is the scar of my trajectory.
A Patient Voice 
Harlon,
Wonderful writing! I especially like the end: “that is the scar of my trajectory”.
-Danica
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I like ‘something’s’ as a word it’s cool. A lovely read and great images produced for new. Thank you G:)
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So true, coming from your soul…. Beautiful my friend.
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Thank you Mirna…you make me smile 🙂 Your friend, Harlon
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This is really beautiful.
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Thank you, Peace, Harlon
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Worded very well.
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Very nice writing. : )
Suzanne
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Thank you Suzanne for your kind words and thank you for also the positive reinforcement….it’s quite the renewable resource. Stay well, Harlon
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and maybe I am not ready
to embrace what’s meant to be
maybe it’s not embraceable
Most people of any depth go through this phase. Sometimes it is not a phase but a life long consternation. That’s a problem and wise to reach a point of letting go of that milieu.
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Sweet and true, Harlon. I’m over my cosmic budget, too, man, but the universe seems to like it when we stretch the envelope of the given by a few pesos…! 🙂 I loved sensing your orbit of the immutable inside of you my friend.
Michael
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Yes!
REBELLION OF THE DUST!!
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Sometimes we do need that “frivolous” pursuit of being me. Here’s hope that we will be triumphant in all of our pursuits, even when that means turning away from some to engage others, like being ourselves.
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Enjoyed the experience behind your beautiful drawing ~
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Ah! Harlon…I went on this journey with you…and I am on this journey without you!! It is amazing how well you could paint a picture of this!! Here’s to the part of the journey that is embraceable…and here’s to the part that is not!! It is all necessary. ♡
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Beautiful imagery in your work here Harlon.
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It is a beautiful way of describing your process.
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