Laying, sitting, standing and walking.
In all ways I appreciate you.
The confusion of ideals, dreams and hopes all deferred.
Looking down the pathway, searching for the light at the end of the tunnel.
In all ways I appreciate you.
Shifting through this bubble of change.
The view of heaven now coming into my range of vision.
The quest I seek is but a mere shadow compared to the sand that is beneath my feet.
In all ways I appreciate you.
Steady on this rock that will not falter.
The dreams of my soul are on their course to make me whole.
This earth is my playground, though some people see it as my altar.
I appreciate you; I appreciate you, sprouts up from the core of my being.
Sweet to the taste, sweeter than a fresh water spring.
In all ways I appreciate you.
The seat of the soul is the end game for many people.
As if it’s a goal.
The steady rivers of life all bring forth the same criteria for strife.
What is the meaning and what is the purpose?
It seems there is no end to suffering, not for the most high or the lowest of us.
In this truth you can reliably trust.
In all ways I appreciate you.
Laying down my life for my brother, the martyr of yesterdays mythical classics.
Death, fear, torture and greed.
All fall into the category of humanities mental gymnastics.
In all ways I appreciate you is what my soul keeps telling me.
The ordeal of life, these changing terms all claiming their rightful places.
On the grand cycle of transformation.
All are little parts of the total me, bits and pieces, so small they leave no traces.
In all ways I appreciate you is now how I relate to my soul.
In all ways I appreciate you is what I now believe.
In all ways I appreciate you is what can make me whole.
In all ways I appreciate you is what my mind now conceives.
Not accepting in all ways I appreciate you,
I now know will always and forever bring my soul to the place where souls grieve.
Dwayne Chamble
