Canvas.

Darkness.

It consumes me.

It dares to rid me of all the progress I've made.

Tear away the stones of growth...

I dare you.

To come at the King again.

I'm not messing around anymore.

My body. My mind. My soul.

Are all finally in sync.

I am the best me I have ever been.

The sky. Above me.

Is oftentimes my favorite muse.

It tells stories with galactic warriors and battles waged between darkness and light.

I look up in awe and wonder.

At the celestial paints and the manner in which the Master uses them to tell a story...

To point the way.

To indicate the future.

To remind us to take shelter.

Or to stand in the light and bathe in it's goodness.

Dancing in the rain. Weathering the storms.

The One.

The Head of The Table.

Bowing to my King and my source.

Armored and Ready.

Sword in Hand. Enemy Defeated.

Coming back for more...

You fool.

Yours faithfully,

Sam Qavah John.

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