Brotherhood


Kin by pact forged by fate,
souls of all walks,
together treading along
the same uncertain path.

Brotherhood of friendships
found, lost, and recovered;
unlikely and yet a perfect fit,
pieces of a puzzle board.

Brethren,
Spokes of Fortune’s wheel.

True Luck


What is luck but one’s attraction to the meaning whispered by the world.

Is it not just hearing, pointing, and connecting dots in the air? As two things are bridged by circumstance, you, nothing more than the innocent bystander, notice that you are standing in the middle of it. Vaguely with the realization of a concept that eludes those without, you are simply present and nothing more.

Merely the luck that defies the typical are loud enough to be heard by those around and are called out to attention.

This is luck, in its simplest nature.