Monday, January 28, 2013
Sacred Moment Monday
The ball pings and pangs back and forth, back and forth. Bumping up against self-resolve, analysis, and defeat. She determinately shoots out, trying to anticipate the opening and force her way through.
Surely there's a pattern to this maze.
The ball patters quickly, dinging loud, the ball quickly sinking, d
P-i-n-g, p-a-n-g! She darts in and out, doorways open and close, frazzling inside and out.
B-o-i-n-k, b-o-n-k! The ball bangs through hitting up against the shields at war in you.
The ball falls back and slides d
Furrowed brow and "sorting it out," entangle the path of expanse ahead.
She sees but the challenges and roadblocks ahead, weary the game, this firing off in her head.
Releasing her grip, softening her stare, she lays off the controllers, a new game in the air.
Looking through the same maze an opening is seen.
Shooting out not so quickly, she whirls and glides.
Not anticipating or striving, but enjoying the ride.
P-i-n-g, p-a-n-g! B-o-i-n-k, b-o-n-k!
An opening ahead, she rolls on by
The game suddenly silent, she glides on through, the path opened up, ...
The prize waiting for you!