His vision, smeared are images of his grace and elegance across distorted hopes for his presence. I envy his physical. Craving the impersonal. Time invested by words motivated by frustration, question, and emotion. Fueled by others neglect and misfortune, only to see mine. Caught on a spring forward from this internal, a realm farther than those normal, and thoughts that connect portals. Grateful for external to have sparked a quest for learning. internal vibration allow waves to open, warming each moment. Making time stop moving. And misunderstood, impossible. Thread woven. Quilt in the making. Smile ignite by spiritual flames spoken, and passion w purpose, for giving. Thought twisted to lay congruent, parellel with motives. Chasing joy. I envy his humilty. Wish him next to me. Figuratively.within me.