Sometimes, the bridge to heaven gets repaired.

The endless nights journey gets rewarded for the effort. The flood of understanding rushes below and you can gaze upon it, understanding everything and not a thing. You cannot put it into words that others will understand, but you try.

So full of the Passion and the Joy which has been sung about since words and music came together. Yet the message conveyed, falls upon waxed ears.

The group has been broken, the circle you were standing in, pushes you out.

Somehow all you knew, has been multiplied exponentially. But the dormant seeds won’t open, not yet at least.

Patience is needed.