Touray

I got to the point of missing everything. For far to many nights I would lose myself in the lust for rest. I waved my arms unsucessfully in the air trying to grab a moment away from cell phones, clients, issues, deadlines, and even myself.

Then by the sweet words of passer by I remembered, Ask.

…if you ask for it, you’ll have it….

So like goats beards my prayers broke apart,  floating upon the wind, penatrating my soul,

Then I found myself walking attachment free around the TRE book in hand: Prisoner of Tehron, free.

Aimlessly I went to Dallas just because I could, and there was a meeting in the name of Peace, ironic.

Nothing is ever taken from you. Sometimes things are forgotten or lost at the bottom of your pockets waiting to be discovered.  Dig deep and enjoy!

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