If one does not dream, what good is existing? I choose to embrace mystery and magic, as these enduring qualities touch a place deep within me, where expression of self languishes. I know the journey into myself is never ending so I shall not seek the destination, but instead relish the process. As my writing develops, I am encountering some pain that has been hiding buried deep. I encourage these more resistant pieces of myself, no matter how sharp the shards feel. The rainbows that follow after the dark storms make it all worthwhile. And as these prisms of nature dazzle the skies up above, I dance with the flower spirits, feeling one with their essence. And then, spent, I languish in the world of dreams once again. Daydreams and nightdreams fill me with possibilities and that satisfies my artist soul, which yearns for meaningful existence. Perhaps I am getting closer to that with each passing day. Yes, that elusive passion may be within my grasp. I just need to accept it as my birthright, hugging it to my soul.