I take moments to honor life in all forms of new expressions.  Where love lives faithfully sustained with no discretion.  Just the sense of direction, that sees truth above all, and in times where pain reigns the courage acts in what evolves. There’s no blame to remain where responsibility is kept. No word to contradict, or accountability left unchecked. All I see is the fear that reveals what it actually means, but if I only settle for the story then I’m blind to the only pathway of peace. True peace.  True reasons to breathe.  True efforts to seek.  True essence to be.  All the while I’m only looking at me. I see the creator and destroyer, I’m only looking at me. I see the predator and prey, I’m only looking at me. I see the killer and the victim, I’m only looking at me. Two sides of the story both seeking the same thing, yet only one is reality, the other merely a dream, and still when I open my eyes, I’m only looking at me. All conflict comes when I refuse to accept myself, and no reconciliation is approved when I set compassion down upon an unreachable shelf. My finger no longer raises, just my fist to my heart. If I desire to witness love in the world, I know where I have to start.