Enter the gateway

i walked from the train station to the gateway arch. i sat in the grass as close as possible to the mid point   of the overarching sculpture. I meditated and I reflected and I wrote. This is what was jotted down.

I get it!
There I made it to the arch and so now follows the question, what next, what now? Suddenly a helicopter heloed by to say hello in the dialect that only precision helicopter blades could speak. What is it about this place that makes it so the way it is. I see buildings much like I would any other city. The sounds are even different. The pattern in which the traffic moves is subtly calmer. {then I thought to myself} [Is that we are?... listeners listening]
Ah, listening. When one listens one knows very well where they are supposed to be. What is listening? It is knowing how to feel and sense the position in the environment. When you become comfortable enough with yourself the most subtle nuance that life utters in the wind can be captured.
When one is looking for something the thing that is sought to be found will be the projected of frustration and challenge.