~I can't help but wonder, as I pass through mine,
How the ones who watch and wait for me,
Will know just exactly when it's Time~

Perchance it comes with age,
experience, or even repetition.
I've scrutinized my intentions
as well as my impressions.

What I had meant, and hoped for,
how short had fallen my mark.
Chancing happenstances that
haplessly fell into my lap
~or out of my mouth~
Even the 'lucky' outcomes,
serendipitously plucky and
somehow 'going south'.

Daring to call it 'destiny',
I didn't want to experience
just another coincidence.

I wanted it all to be so meaningful.

Having asked myself the hard questions.
Forcing an all out search of the Soul,
seeking out my 'Good Intentions',
Finally realizing I'd acted out 'The Fool'.

It has always been just right here,
as I explored wild exotic places.
Just behind my mystique masque,
penumbra my miscellany of faces

I scoured and rummaged through
my quintessenced soul and witnessed
the transpired sacred secret.
As much a mystery as I'd believed,
turned out, it was just a simple trinket

Rejoice the Joys I was meant to wear
the gowns and robes of self satisfaction.
Succor once gained for one's 'Self'
disseminates by aggragate association.

~Whurl