His Name: Will. Will Power.

His name: Will. Will Power. He continued walking. Hot. No other signs of human beings. No water. Just nature. Alone. No time to suffer. Strengthening his muscles. Sweat, mud but no tears. He wanted this. He craved the experience. Single goal minded. No distraction. Compass set and no stopping until goal meets deadline. Objectives are wonderful. They give direction. Thoughts flowing easily. Enough room to let them escape smoothly. Divine rhythm. The sound of silence, marvellous.

The power of nature. Stunning. Experienced with wholeness. Eyes looking at the sand. Colors of gold. Victorious. Conquering the self tastes for more. Breaking free from all old habits. What a relief. Going upwards. No resistance to treasure. Solid as a rock. Becoming all what was meant to be. He was driven. Smart adrenaline project. His family and friends were observing him from a distance. They let him go. They all looked forward to seeing him arrive. Positive. Moving forward. Step by step.

Obstacles as delicious assignments. No fear. Only love. The joy of being challenged. Oh my God, this feels soul good! He was alive again. Heart beating faster. The universe was proud. Every time a human being sets his soul on fire, it makes a dance, excited. No calendar. Natural progress. Enjoying the journey. His legs were light. His soul got wings. Flying. No failing. He left traces. They became visible. Deeply shaped. His shoes a perfect fit for the road. Energy in balance. Prepared well. On all levels.

He learned to be alone. At ease. One with nature. Moving. Only lines and curves in space. Wide space. Changing forms. Continuously. Colors bright. Impressive. Shadows and light playing games. Hide and seek. Beauty all around. Special. He was happy. Working towards his mission. Respecting his vision. With the growth mindset of the leader. A true leader. No giving up, no giving in, no excuses. No luggage. The past was behind. All of it. No dust. His clothes a delight to wear. His skin felt the sun. Warmth. Magic. Chemistry.

The last round. He knew that the arrival awaited him soon. No watch. His intuition guided him. It always did. He learned to speak that language. As effective as learning Russian. Communicating with his inner knowing, a powerful state. A true blessing. He belonged to a particular category. Humans that practise the art of enjoying the journey while working towards their goals. He adored to be member of this group. Inspired by many that walked the path before him. Touching the heart from all following his footsteps. Thriving. Allowing. All the way.

His Name: Will. Will Power. By Liesbeth Leysen