With what weapon do I slay this dragon,
This stealer of hopes and destroyer of dreams?
With what words do I conjure the answers I seek...
The answers I can't at this moment even fathom?

Which path apparent or not shall I traverse
On this quest for which I know not the objective?
With what voice do I call out to the universe
To bring me the one I fear I know not?

With what manner of feeling do I genuinely convey
This burning inside of my very soul?
What visions shall I emanate and emulate
To make known my truth without jeopardizing all I hold dear?

In what manner do I consume the peace and tranquility
In order that I do not pass by oblivious to the whispers meant for me?
From what archaic tomb was this scene derived
That was not resolved only to play out again and again each time in the future?

What manner is this seeming darkness,
That dawns upon my consciousness,
This nebulous truth,
This knowing-ness that defies my own logic and reason?

With what intent does the universe plan to educate me this time
And why have the unbidden lessons come all at once?

I know the strength within my own virtual arsenal.
With a sword of truth and words that consequently wound...
Not with intent to maim but in effort to resolve.

As above, so below...as within so without,
A riddle of life, a riddle of reason.
This charge I face with courage, passion...conviction.
Whatever comes to bear in my consciousness...
I will stand steadfast on solid ground,
In an effort that all of these musings and questions are ultimately resolved,
Peace restored, and
Sanity resident.

Ultimately all answers trace back to one source...
The only true source, answer, lesson, life...LOVE

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