Power can be sucked through the thin air in a glorious mending and bending and blending of unknown energies. I look down at my arms slowly spreading out from my sides to harness that all giving sun. All control from here is in these hands and through these filters of goodness...one more deep in and wohhhh, and i'm off in a vertical exploration of never giving up. Calmly fighting myself in a battle of here and now.
I See it and believe it so deep that I feel it muster from deep in my gut like butterflies hatching wildly and use it to my added continuing belief structure of, ! I can do this fucker!
Allez! ( GO )