It is the silent time, the time before, the antecedent and anticipation. The energy gathers. Unseen flashes of light illuminate the future.
For now, stillness reigns. The ethos of the athlete enters the rare zone of pure mentality.
Spirit Flower stands at the gates of the dreamed of reality. Awash in silence. Embraced by the awareness of the holy. Journey over. Journey yet to begin.
Spirit Flower, why did you come here? Who do you think you are? What have you come with?
Spirit Flower stands alone in her truth, refusing to waiver, steely green eyed gaze. For nothing. Being nothing. With nothing.
The energy of honest naked magnificence builds a bridge. The surety stands illuminated. Silent. Still. Stripped of identity, the athlete waits in holy communion for time to tick by.