Eleven.

what an odd number.

(pun sadly not intended,

but i'll take it...)

because i can't come up with a better line, that is.

welcome,

to the number no one

talks about-

the number that carries

no beginning,

nor end.

it's more of a gateway.

an intermediate state.

a process of becoming,

as are you.

the number lies

in your palms,

awaiting life.

you must find your purpose,

in every season.

in every sensation.

in every act

with, or without reason.

know that there will be

no loose ends

when you come

to be yourself.

there will be no need

to worry,

to destress-

those who trust

in their purpose

will always achieve it,

at greater lengths

than they ever could

have imagined.

take a flower into your hand,

and remember...

that in every creature's breath,

there is your own.

that beneath strength,

there is also weakness...

and many tales to be told.

understanding others

will also help you

understand yourself-

learn to carry your burdens,

and learn to put them down.

it is often

that you will find

the very thoughts

that define your existence

create a race against time

that does not exist;

your mind will work against you

because that is the way of the world;

the body fights against the soul

because they are not of

the same nature...

yet in the nature

of their neverending struggle,

as they draw far and near

like tides,

reeling and receding...

a ying yang, if you will.

in their struggle,

there is harmony...

peace

is also a product of chaos.

and as ironic as that may be,

it's oddly true.

honor your struggle.

honor your being.

find it in your heart

to listen for a voice

that has no fear,

no hate;

an echo

that is alien

to words.

you will find your guide,

someday.

be it a flower in the fields,

the smile of a stranger,

the glistening moon,

or a dark, star-filled puddle...

listen...

and be, as the number,

eleven-

neither sharp nor dull,

awake and conscious.

that even if the world

turned and left you

all alone in a dark forest...

you would,

as the fireflies,

carve your own way

through the night

and into dawn...

let your body breathe,

nurture your soul purpose...

find your way

through the dark.

and now you shall be left

as a mother would leave

her children from her sight,

only to return,

at a later time...

know,

that eleven

is all you need.

count.

and wait.

and you shall find what you seek,

in due time.