Adventure

A call is to a thing we cannot know. For some, a fear For some, an opening For everyone, a challenge if the cost will not be counted. To the inclined ear, the very air will shimmer with the approaching waves and roll on silent drums... the cue to take the moment on its terms... beheading unseen monsters lurking in the shadow, or perchance inhale the breath of angels, for adventure never comes unbidden--circumstance is passenger to choice. And so there is a time for breath. This human reservoir in surfeit for an interval assembling power with purpose, reward in limbo, faith in faith as rainbows fade and emptiness commands. Foreign lands...deserted isles will call to millions then as if forever were an open slot assigned to rash behaviour, exclusive to the few. But there is opportunity in every carpe diem, from every breath, and every sigh, every pair of eyes one sees; from it new tomorrows, yesterday with senses dulled could not envision, even with the soul. That dark, forboding night brings warm and friendly spectres when, with fear embraced and mystery in quest, an atom shows a whirling universe-- a waterdrop a seething sea. Such voyages begin within the heart and end in glorious tumult, winding down the curtain of a life to thunderous applause. ~