OUTSIDE THE BOX

As the season slowly beings to change and fall appears upon and within the trees that slowly begin to change there colors, and the skies change from baby blue to dark and gray mix with a touch of white puffy clouds, that drift slowly upon the winds of time as if done by magic.                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                  But yet the most wonderful image to see is that of the beach upon a early morning sunrise as the sun slowly rises off into the distance, as though its floating upon the seas as it waves with each ripple of silent movement cass by the sea.                                                                                                                          
                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                  For have you ever stood upon the beach and look as far as your eyes can let you see and feel the salt fresh water of mist touch your face like a silent whisper of the wind, for have you ever walked upon the beach a few feet away from where your walk of were your journey began to stop to count your footprints you left buried within the sand with each step you made to get here.                                                                                                                          
                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                  For as you stood there and slowly begin to count your steps your eyes will only let you see how many steps you made from there to here were you stand now, but yet you know you have walked upon the sands leaving your footprints as your blue prints of your journey travel and walk.                                                                          
                                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                Now just image how far you could go if you were to leave the echos of the past behind you just image the peace and serenity of the ocean the waves the fresh salt water blowing within the breeze, for let the subconsciousness of the freedom of your mind open to think and reflect as you have the power to manifest anything into existences for you see I don't want you to think like me I just want you to think outside the box.