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Time is our perception, is our weak link. But time is our everything, for without our precious seconds we might lose ourselves because there would be nothing passing us by. These days we breathe our breaths with the signals we send over the air. Hello? Are you there? When I speak to this machine is it for a reason? Will these words ever be heard, or are they lost to this made up passerby measurement that we let worry and let linger and let control and let fail us? But every once in a while in our measured time, comes along something that turns heads. Something that reminds us that most of what we see in our dreams is a part of us even though it's not right in front of us because it's a part of our world. It's a part of everything that blooms beyond our roots. It lives like us, it breathes like us, it dies like us. It reminds us we are not lowly and lonely but a part of a whole. We build our lives around an addiction of seeing ourselves more than what we see in the mirror in hopes we could see ourselves a little bit clearer but instead we get so focused on the image that we forget what makes it up. But still there's the power to take that image and make it more than just a fantasy, but a reflection on the spirit of ourselves and how we make our world more than it is now. So do not shape your world in your image. Shape your image in the shape you want the world. This is why I pray for rain. Everything passes, including darkness, including the winds that blow us off the paths we wish to go. I want to be washed of the things that keep me from getting by. There's a whole world outside and at the end of every storm is a golden sky. At the end of a storm is a golden sky.

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from At The End Of A Storm Is A Golden Sky, released May 20, 2016

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