Are you willing, ready and able to smile? Are you prepared to alter the course of your day light with a glow that radiates from the inside out? Can you see the dawn rising with delight over the eastern sky and filled with wonder know in your heart that today is a magical creative day? Are you willing to step outside yourself and be free at last… from your own limitations?

The willing nest awaits your present… The present of your possibility in the process of changing the world one slight degree… One small push in the right direction to send us spinning off in what seems like an illogical revolution of creativity that explodes in side your mind in color, in activities that generate sounds, pictures… delights to the senses you only dreamed of… yet they are there about you now… As you read on the light finds you warm inside and wishing for a touch… A touch of wonder… to set your mind a drift in the land of imagination… A little push to the right of what is left for you… Keep to heart the desires you take with you… the wish, the dream of being more now then the person you were yesterday… Tomorrow is filled with a kind nest for you to rest in for a time with out time… Step across the divide, over the void and bridge the waters that separate you from the one that thrill you and take that thrill and pass it through every adventure you are about to have today… Every task can be thrilling to ride on, every song a joyous one… If you are willing to step away and stroll the path that lines the byways of your mind… If you are willing then the road rises and illuminates itself for your eyes to seize upon…

Create a knew dream today with your new imagination… Create a picture of the mores that you desire in your life… Create a passionate wonder even more then you expressed in your most cherished dream… Wish for more and thrill yourself with the sensations that these times are all possible… that the wonders you are feeling are all about you…

It is time to inspire yourself to be what you always wished you would be for ever… Are you the person you dream about? Are you the being that you hoped for? Or has reality transformed you from the dream into another role… Take a moment in time to real eyes that change is upon you heaving and pulsing with a desire to free you from the constraints of being… Step beyond your beliefs and smile deeply… it is time to dance…

When one dances they step into a dream world… When one dances they slip, they glide, they wrap themselves around another person and let go of themselves for a moment in time. A dance is sensual, the mingling of two souls… A twisting movement of being one with another in the beauty of the music that drifts across the air… Enjoy the dance of creativity that envelops you now and washes away the years of knot knowing… Enjoy the pleasures of being held tightly as the music swirls about you and close your eyes as you slip deeper inside now willing to be more… wanting to be more… desiring more… having more now…

When was it exactly that we forgot to know more about what we could do and concentrated more on what we could knot do so that it seemed there was more knot to do then to due now that we are fed up with being fed up with ourselves maybe it is time that we stop… Doing all those ludicrous things that detour us down the avenues of pain instead of walking down the streets of delight… When is it time to stop… and begin to feel excited about being alive? When is it time to use our imagination to create a better place to be? Does one stop dreaming when they get to the point where dreams seem impossible to have?

I want more from life then a living… I demand more from life then the day to day routine… I expect more from life… I expect to have desires… to have dreams… to have wants… to have passion, to have a fire burn so hot and bright in me that I cannot sit still without dreaming of more… I will be satisfied with today and plan to be happier even more tomorrow… This is not about material stuff… This is about the way, the truth, the life, the attitude of being alive… Each day the experience of wonder, laughter, joy…

Use of the imagine nation to create a better place to play… Have you painted today? Have you written today? Have you sculpted today? Have you created from your imagination a song, a melody to play upon the harp strings? Have you composed a tune, a poem, written a letter to one you love? Have you smiled on the actions of a child? Have you played a game, run a race, jumped rope or sang a song of six pence? Have you dwelled in your mind so long ago that it is as real as today… Take heart your Imagine Nation awaits…

I am wondering… Who leaves the door ajar and then refuses entry to those who enter? Who asks for words and then denies the right to others… Who shares thoughts and then refuses to share others? A paradox of thoughts… A twisted state… Imagine if you can this place where thoughts are knot shared… where dreams are knot floated out… I refuse to live here… I refuse to be held in that way… I refuse to participate within those limitations…

Imagine if you can the opportunity that you wished for before your eyes wanting to be… Reality shudders with anticipation… The wheel spins endlessly around and around the circle of life expressed in the spokes of a wheel turning about you… Maybe I am amazed… Maybe I am simply me… The creature of the imagination set loose to torment you into being fed up with being fed up… I enjoy the challenge that spreads it wings before my eyes… The illusion is one of colors both sharp are faded… My pictures are as bright as they can be and for that I am thankful… I started to think in different ways… Witch way is up and which way is down? The creative possibilities are endless… I wonder a lot…

I am often thank full for a piece of mail that says high and higher still I wonder why and then I question the why knots of being twisted… I know the need to be twisted exists inside me… The twist alters my perspective and when the twist is not as exciting as the other way I return to the other way… I can see the stars… the moon, the sky clear and bright and generate a knew belief inside me… It is time for me to add to this time the need to read, to draw, to open other doorways that hold my creativity… I am being challenged to go forth from my routine… I am thank full for the chance to be free…

I have many mails to answer and this computer is giving me fits… Some times I feel a need to beat it sense less I get my words tangled in a bun… The time will present itself in a few hours and then I will be able to deal with the sending of my words out into the wide expanse… I have decided though that I will only send stuff to people who write to me… The porpoise is to create a two way communication instead of a one sided slippage of the mouth on my part… That is the change… the need to peer out over the hedge into the other yard… lol…

In every book there is a part when the words stop… there is a pause in the writers hand or thought and the book is put aside for a time until the inspiration once more fills the void… There is reason and rhyme in what flows from my hand… I am unaware of what it is whilst I am creating the combinations… after a time the words fall into place and the puzzling effects are cleared… Much like the writer of a book, I create an opportunity for others to use their imagination and to be come involved in thew words I write… I am after all writing to them… I tell less of a story and more of a mood that needs to be in place around the reader… Good thoughts breed good expectations and good outcomes of those times are necessary…

The effect I have had on me can be noticed… I have changed my perspective continuously… The alternatives have become wide spread they have taken on meaning… Alternate opinions were knot part of the landscape in which I wandered previous to this time. There was white and there was black and nothing more… Now I notice the areas of color in between more readily and acknowledge the need to be outside my own head… Trust is a wonderful opportunity to change in the hands of others… Take a step forward and be the true spirit you wish to be once more…

Every one gets to read what is here… Every one is able to say what they wish to say if any thing at all… The last words will soon be written then for some time silence will invade this space… What will fill this void? What time will occupy my idle hands? The creative spirit will stir my emotions unsure I am where that concoction will lead me I know it will be an interesting adventure. Trips are the end product of a set of plans placed together over time… I shall enjoy this one…

Another wishes to visit the land of opportunity and walk in the city that never sleeps… She will arrive and visit and then go off wondering just what was so interesting? Cities are like that magical yet unreal in many ways… New York is the same as it was only different… I am the same as I was only different… You are the same only different… The difference is that we have the memory of what happened and we respect that memory… When they visit we will wander about in the city for a day maybe two to touch the landscape and create an impression of what this life is like… I like the expanse of the park… the quiet of the paths among the trees… the museums… the places alive with people… I love to get lost among the crowd and to listen… One hears a lot when one listens to the sounds within their own heart… The silence of the crowd awakens the voices inside my soul and I hear the call…

The city is a wondrous place to sit, to occupy your mind with words, spoken across the years… It is a place where one can stroll down a street hand in hand leading following the beat of your heart… The city strikes a cord of activity that on the surface seems rushed or frenzied but is controlled and routine… The diversity that exists in one square mile is beyond what some states have or some countries… I am filled each time I step upon the side walks of such a place… I look upon myself as a piece of this mosaic that makes up a larger picture that describes the tide that changes in each given day… Within the realm of night is the day as a memory… within the day is the lust for the night time airs, the cool nest, the shield of the absence of light that hides what is deep within our hearts… I shall remain true to who I am… I have fallen once… that means I know the limit of my own expectations… I am sure enough to be unsure…

These words are the last words I will write for some time… I will pass the torch to others who will write or speak and then they will pass it one to some others and as we go along the waves will get larger, the oceans of water deeper until the tide turns from one of competition to one of cooperation… These speak to me… These sensations trip the light fantastic…

When I return as some one knew will I even be noticed for the who I was before? I suspect knot… I suspect that the words I shall compose in the future will be as far from theses as these are from the ones I wrote when I started on my knew journey… It is what it is… Change happens things start, they stop, they have beginnings middles and ends of times. This is such a place… an ending of a beginning… a change over form one way to another way… a path altered by perspectives and a fading away of a bright light into a darkness that needs to be seen…

I have the need to know what is inside the dark nest… It is my desire to follow the light into such a place and to know more about the limits that exist for me in there. I have pushed limits before… and fallen prey to their effects… I have pushed the table and climbed the wall to avoid the wall and now I know I can fall in spite of my precautions… I need to be unsure more often now… I peer into the void to find the light that disappears within the silky blackness… I have to go and find out…

The older me struggles with such thoughts… the younger me laughs at the prospects of change… The present me is curious to know and the future me holds the answers that I seek now… I am a combination of thoughts… A complex pair of docks sitting side by side in a pair of dice tossed, rolling, skipping across the game of life… Where will fate lead me? I will have fun finding out…

Now the words must end sew that knew ones can begin to blossom into being… The old ways fade as new ones take their place… I travel the high ways in search of other ways… The words will end this beginning… the start is over… the middle about to begin… a change… a switch from one… to another and back once more… There is joy in the logic… the ill logic turned on its head… I have written enough for once…

One day can alter a life… One moment in time can change some one’s perspective completely around… One door opening or one closing can be the opportunity that you have searched for all of your life. One split second can define a person for the rest of their time. In that brief minute of fame we are challenged to make the right call, to follow our desires to the correct path for us… How will we be defined?

A thought is an image formed inside us that we conjured up from experiences or our imagination. It takes life when we give expectation to it… the energy of our focus allows our unconscious mind to see a way to give us what we wish to have. Even though we may wish to avoid such a thought. That is the reason we must create positive expectation and thoughts… Our mind only sees things in positive… there is know over standing of negation… Avoid the dance of don’t, won’t or can’t for that dance will lead you to the opposite of that witch you hope to gain…

A wish takes form in your dreams… A wish remains a wish until we dream it… Play with your thoughts and they will become wishes and then dreams and then they will manifest themselves in your reality some how they must… For to think is to wish unless we push those away…

Take responsibility for your thoughts and the effect they have on others. It is by a combination of dreams that the realities of life change… My dream and yours can combine to form a more wonderful expectation then either one’s dream alone. If we focus on that then maybe we can alter the course of our lives wonderfully…

I wish to be involved and one cannot be involved with another unless the other wishes them to be. I cannot talk and not be talked to… I cannot reach out and fall short of another’s hand… I cannot speak on deaf ears for long without moving silently away and finding a more receptive place for my thoughts to play… Such is my lot in life to do… Such is my place to play that I will seem invisible to so many… I wish to remain so… Now I understand more that this gift brings… The magic is in the doing unnoticed…

Maybe a soul will wander upon the edge of this cliff and will take a moment to read and fall back ward from the precipice to read some more and to be touched by the words that have touched me. Maybe they will see a light at the end of the terminal in witch they stand and be free for a time to create one picture, one set of words, one dream before they move on to touch another life. Maybe I am a dreamer of dreams that will never become a reality… I choose to be who I am… To take the responsibility for being me…

The early morning calls to see the children off, to make the snacks the lunches the break of the fast that started yesterday and now there is time to sit and to wonder about this day… One day closer to the journey that will take me farther away from here and closer to those that have altered my life… What can I say to them that have aided me… a thank you is all they will take… so much more… so they have taught me… and now I do and the rest is a pyramid of change…

There are many thoughts that wander about in my mind… Thoughts of wondrous deeds yet to be done… Thoughts of laughter to share… of places to go and people to be… Times to experience completely and lovingly… Moments to create memories that will last a life time… I am excited about the challenges that rest before me… These thoughts thrill me and ignite the desire inside me… The journey begins once more…

Thank you Lilly Anne for your kind remark… I am far from marvelous… I am on the other side of what is considered “normal” butt I am far from marvelous. Such praise is lost on me but I do appreciate your stopping by and reading what I have written and if these words happen to make you smile, laugh or remember one thing then I may have done what I set out to do…

Keep believing that you are a gift… that life is more then the routine it is the opposite of what we see, hear or feel… Step out of the daily grind and take hold of your creative spirit and let it flow… It is in the daily alterations that we find the meaning of who we are to so many others. Our place in the puzzle of life is one piece that falls between a few others to form a more complete picture of what life can be for us… What dream will I dream today that will become a reality tomorrow?

What is so marvelous about writing the words I write? What is so unique about spewing comments onto a page in a diary? The creative genius of being is alive inside us all at the same time… Some do and some donut… Witch wood hue rather bee?

The bug sits close by… The imagination runs wild… My thoughts scatter to the four winds… My wishes floated out of me by the onset of sleep are now playing a tune inside my unconscious mind… I trip the lights… I spring forth… leaving behind the routine to alter my life… What is so marvelous about that? I am missing the boat…

The tide catches up to me whilst I rested on the shore… The sound of the rising waters awakened my soul to action… I sat up to watch the sun rise over the edge of the waters and I knew there was change in the air this day… A red sky spoke of changes, of storms on the fore cast aside the sails and head for the cover or out to sea the tossing and turning tide alter the path I take…

Too long asleep I have been unaware of the activities around me swirling across the heavens… I laugh at such thoughts… I am unaware and unsure of what I shall do to bridge the void that exists inside me. I go in search of a new smile, a new path to follow off to the side I disappear…

My words wander today in circles back and forth to the same place as if I have missed the obvious elusive as it is. I have walked this place for a number of moments and having knot found what I am looking for I will continue on to sit and wait for the words to in lighten me. Consider that there is a place for everything and a time for each moment in God’s heaven. I will take the bourbon the scotch and the beer and take it on the road with me as a means of enjoying the delights that are placed before me. They are after all here for us to enjoy the day by altering our perspective in a comforting sort of way.

My days in the sling of abuse have long since passed. I found the way to survive it and I would not survive it today… Today I would be long gone from the effects of the abuse I heaped upon my being. I was young, stupid and invincible… Or so I thought then… what I know now is that I was just lucky enough to avoid what could kill me…

Death is easier then life… Life requires one to be strong in the mind, to find a porpoise in each day and one for the course of your life at this time. You will change porpoises as you go through life… That is a natural step in the growth of a soul… To learn and then to take on another porpoise one with more meaning to this stage of your development…

Each soul we encounter is a step with fate… This soul, this being we share time with has a message for us. They trip our creativity… in some way… Be it musical, artistic or poetic they are there to inspire us to be more then we are… We then provide the same for them… Interesting turn of events that is… As we walk with Fate today be aware of what is in store for you… Be aware of the day unfolding the present before your eyes… Take each gift of this day into your hands… hold it and cherish it for the delight it brings to you… Enjoy the wonders that today brings forth inside you… Life is still the dream you dreamed long ago…

Difficult to get started today, found it easy to rise up from the warmth of the bed on this cold morning, easy to do those things that get me moving… The difficulty is write here, write now… I had a message on the tip of my fingers that has been lost to my unconscious mind some where and I know it will rattle about there for a few minutes before spitting itself out… This is after all my meaning less journey to a better place. What massage could soothe my mind today and get me focused on the outcome that I need to look forward to today? What ever it is I am sure it will appear…

In some way that it is a good situation… In some way knot so… The ease at witch I alter my perspective allows me to just go off in a rather odd set of directions quickly and without focus I can just wander freely off to the one side or another. Now for some this is a challenge to improvise and to adapt butt to me it is what I do bestest… I can alter the mind easily and readily…

Step one never take yourself seriously… step two laugh a lot… from that point on all the journeys you take will be easier and more enjoyable then the ones previous… Life has a way of placing alternatives before you… Are we smart enough to see them?

At some point I will fade away for a time… Closer I am to that point then I know… When it happens I will be traveling on another plane toward another place… A change in my surroundings for a few days of rest relaxation and to recharge the frailties of humanity that swirl within me. Time to slip beneath the waters of my own dreams… Time to stop being the answer grape for a few precious moments… Time to step away and take stock of my needs and then to return with more… Times away are precious to hold… This one will be magical… special beyond my imagination… I will be unnoticed… one of many… a fly upon the wall listening, learning and then moving on to other places… I have learned a great compassion for others… I will get to where I wish to be…

You have to trust a person to gain entrance… The leader must go first and bring the others with them… The leader must take the front car… The students teach as well as the teacher learning. Each instances is an opportunity to shine a little brighter, to glow more intense from the inside out. What is the message we wish to send? When we know the answer we can generate the correct light to go with that…

What have I been attempting to say? There comes a time when we all need to step away from who we are to know who we are. There are moments when we can see our porpoise in life and it is so clear and so real we grasp onto it. Once we have it we forget that it evolves with us, it grows with us, it changes with us… I can dream… those dreams change my porpoise and guide me down different paths then the ones I traversed as a teenager… My porpoise in life now is very different then the one I had a few years ago and it will change as my children grow as I grow…

The spiritual side of me calls a little louder… What was once just a small part of life has now become a larger view of what life is. What was once believed to be religion is now known to be more… Inside the spirit rests the porpoise of what I do… It is my destiny and my fate… that I may walk this earth for some more time and spark just one…

One must step forth to listen to the music as it plays upon the whispers of the wind that blows into each life. The wind tells more then the direction of change. It speaks of the heart of others wishes, others dreams that have an effect on our dreams. We can think that our dreams are ours alone butt in reality your dream effects my dream and the reverse is also true. It is through a series of dreams that great steps are made. Listen ands you shall hear the words sprinkled across the horizon… A dream sparks a desire that ignites a passion… that creates an expectation that floats out into the world and germinates in the minds of others… It is from this that the reality grows into the dream you dreamed so many years ago…

When the words are no longer heard they have moved on to another more receptive ear. If you are not hearing you are simply no longer listening to the pull that is inside you. One must believe in the call, the spirit to hear the words whispered on the wind… If you listen you will hear… you can choose to ignore or choose to follow your heart…

The water ripples without a sign of movement… The silence is broken by quiet solitude knocking on opportunities door. What was left is all those things you never needed in the first place so move on and gain all the wonders available to you now… Easy to ride the wave of wonders… easy to speak of more… easy to enjoy the energy that lifts you higher and higher still… Life is as easy as a smile…

I have memories tucked away in my attic… A great many I wish to forget and some that are truly marvelous and I wish to remember them with all the passion that I can muster… I enjoy the cleaning out of my memories… I keep the lessons learned and I toss the sensations that are no longer productive for me… I have been in bare ass many times due to my own foolishness… These are important lessons to learn and tools to keep… I have a rather large inventory of smuggled experiences…

I walk in silence unnoticed by the average person to witch I trod… I search out the ones who search for me… Kindred souls find each other in the dreams of other times… Eye contact tells me there are stories to share… lessons of life to learn from the passion that can be ignited in one another for life, for creating something from the nothing, from the void appears a challenge… from the blank page, the silence a cry… If you can hear it speak then you are being summoned to create…

A little happiness goes a long way. A little joy alters the perspective. A little passion, a little desire sprinkled with some winks, some smiles and a touch of love and all of a sudden you have a completely altered point of view… Happy nest is a state of mind. A happy nest is a wondrous place to sit in… All the views from the happy nest are clear, wondrous visions of what can happen perfectly in ones life. An interesting place… this happy nest…

Most of us expect the worst to happen and we are not surprised when it does. Our expectations are filled and we feel satisfied that we knew it was going to happen. I wonder how much of what happened occurred because we expected it to go that way? If we expect a certain outcome we are not surprised when it does turn out the way we expected it to. The reason is we take the stance that it will and our attitude and energy are focused on our expectation. I wonder what would happen if we expected the best to occur all the time and focused our energy on that? How much more will a smile get us then a frown?

Happiness needs to be expected and planned for… Happiness is as much a state of mind that is knot singularly optimistic but is universally positive. Yes, other things can happen but we must put them aside and focus on the best that can happen and expect that so that our energy is pointed in that direction and we make decisions that will lead us to the destination we require… The degree of happiness we have is equal to our expectations of the great time we will have while getting from where we are to where we wish to be… Most people seek happiness like it is an island that once they are there everything around them will change… The reality is, the island is inside them and everything does change once they think different now…

Imagination enables one to create perfection that can never be achieved on this plain… on this space on earth. We can get close to that wondrous existence but our frailties prevent us from reaching that perfection. We must still dream of it and wish for it and create the details in our minds over and over so that over time the perfection of the dream can be placed thought by thought. That is how wishes becomes dreams and then realities… one thought at a time… One grain of sand placed each day with another… One step taken together… One block placed upon another… one page turned… one day… one month… one year… They all build upon what we did before to create a better future we only need to expect that it will happen…

Sounds very easy… sounds easier then one would like to believe but we have been trained for so long to sort for what is wrong, for what is not perfect that we concentrate on that… We expect that in all that is done there is something wrong… Since nothing is perfect there has to be some thing wrong… If we expect to find a reason to be unhappy we will… If we expect to find a reason to be happy we will do just that… Life will spin us different possibilities we donut have to search for them… We need only to be prepared to deal with what ever life places before us and to expect that it is something we need to learn and then go on happier then we were… Expectations are full filled even when they are knot… it is all a frame of mind…

Take happiness and hold it close to you… Step inside and let the sensations fill you to over flowing and spread that feeling all around you… Notice that smiles start to appear on the faces of others near you for know reason… A giggle or a laugh may break out… stir that in and spread it out expecting the energy to take hold and create more smiles, more laughter and more happiness… It all starts with a positive view of the world… an expectation that today will be a wondrous… joy filled day… Take happiness and wear it close to your skin… so that it flows out before you now delighting all that it touches…
Exchange a smile, a glance, a wink with all those that meet your eye. Swirl the energy higher and higher still… There is something in the water they will say that makes them so happy… Some thing in the air and they will be right… The something is the energy you created to alter that particular point of view… Seize the opportunity to build upon the delights of today…

What is it about being? What is it about the nature of being who you are that creates an illusion that other people fail to see through? I am being who I am… some will take that and run with it and enjoy the trials, the words, the pictures I create while others will create this illusion that this being is some thing more then another being. I possess skills and I use some of them… others I am still learning to use… I am missing something so I search endlessly for what it is I am missing… I am simply being me…I suspect I should allow them to have their illusions about me… It is after all their illusion… I after all have no such false ideas about myself…

Today I had the opportunity to respond to a few notes sent to me by some very special people… Today I got to sit with friends that I have known for many years over several life times and as we dreamed and spoke some words slipped into the conversation… Friends are not always nice… they say what you need to hear… they speak honestly when others yes you to death… they stand up and stand in your way when you need that… I enjoyed the notes, the chance to love them even more… How special those times are when we can sit and hold onto some one so far away as if they are sitting right next to us… I can see the smiles, the tears, the anger, the fears, the joy that each word brings as it is spoken… We laugh and we cry… It is a morning to remember… How will my words rest with them in the reality of today’s world? Some will be shocked, others will feel my hands upon them… they all will be hugged close and have me whisper into their ears… I love them all… and when you love some one you get the privilege to listen, to shake, to rattle and then to roll… and then at times when needed have it done to you… You get to laugh and then to cry all in the same sentence… I miss them all so very much… Such is the joy and the humor of the Gods…

I am an unusual being in that I choose to reach out and share this with as many that wish to take part. Love is like the air we breathe there is always more… always enough to go around to every one who wishes to partake of the lift it beings to their life… You need only give a little to accept so much more into your life… What an opportunity we have today to share!

I have attempted to be some one else for a long time and I have luckily failed at that attempt… I can go inside another and see life from their particular point of view but I cannot be them… I can model them and get similar results but to be them one must go further and slip inside their very soul… I could not do that and I am glad I stopped and decided to be me… I found that me was a rather nice to be… Being green is cool… being red is cool… being the flame that ignites the fires of passion is cool… being a voice that once cried out in the dark nest of their own gloom is cool… leaving all that behind me now was even better… I am the being I am for all the right reasons at the right time with the right people around me… What fate has in store for me I am unsure… what destiny calls me to do I am unsure and because I am unsure I am aware of so much more, so many possibilities and opportunities that I can choose and be illuminated by…

I sat down to write some years ago and I have not stopped since… What started with one now includes a few more special chosen ones that have stepped forth… we each of us travel a lonely path but we do so together… Sounds strange but the truth is stranger then the fiction we write… We are close enough to hold and to care for but far enough away that we must make our own decisions and live by them… take responsibility for them and all those that they effect… My life is not a great and powerful life that altered the lives of many… My life touched a select few and I have been touched by a select few and over time if we continue then more and more will be touched… in the same way…

I have learned that the path to ones soul is though the touch… One can touch another so deeply that they follow… in their footsteps… I wish all those who read my words to follow in the footsteps of their own making… To use what words inspire you and to go forth and to create your own logical path through the forest of your dreams, use your imagination to create a better reality… maybe I touched one or two and then they will touch one or to and so it will go… I am knot a great speaker, writer or painter… I ask that you be fearless in your creativity as I am in mine… Take the path you are on and let us move forward together learning and teaching one another… There is a mystery in the words that I write that is deep inside each one of us… I found mine in words… now it is time you found yours…

I hear the words nestled softly upon my ears from such a place. I know the distance is knot near nor is it as far away as it seems to be. I listen quietly to the music playing. I hear the words ring out in truth, in lies, in twisted logic that holds others a part. What words can be spoken?

There is a joy in silence… in finding solitude pleasing to the mind. There is a wonderful sensation of peace knowing you can love when you are away from those that mean a great deal to you. A mystery solved… A mystery opened… Many wander upon my words and walk away after reading then or corresponding with me for a time. I change… constantly evolving into another form, another message sent… Way to sensitive I am at times… I am a fig mint of your imagination… I donut really exist… in the way that you perceive me to exist. That is the wonder of an imagination, the beauty of the creative soul that dwells within us. We can create an illusion so perfect that it over shadows the reality, the frailties that do exist…

I used to hate silence… quiet would bore me… now I seek the solitude of the morning ours to share alone with my memories, my thoughts of the ones I love far away from me scattered to the four winds. This is my time each day I spend with each one of them… We ride the waves, walk the paths and share the dreams… The silence with soft music and a warm sensation is all that I need to step into the moments…

It is dreams I speak about… places my mind wanders while I sleep… I do hear the sound of my own guardian speak to me. I do reach out across time to touch ones I am close with and I do hear their words upon my soul when they reach out to me… These are not special talents we all have them… we all reach out to the ones we love and wish them well, happiness and love… these are the things that we do. Life is the story of how well we do those simple things. In some years I will be gone, my physical presence wiped from the face of the earth… all that will remain of me will be a memory lost in the recesses of minds that have read my words, felt my touch or been with me in some way… The truth is I donut wished to be remembered or noticed…I am being successful in that… I can walk the streets in silence and never be noticed…

There is both a truth and a sad nest in those words… The sad nest is that there was a time when that was very important to me… To be feared, to be noticed for the power that I had once… To step forth onto some great battle and to win the day… A child’s dream one that I am sure we all at one time dreamed. I know that my strength is in what I write about… My words reach out and they touch others in ways that novelists and writers of books miss… If you are reading these words you know, you keep it to yourself… These are not shared times with any one but you and I… I am writing to you… My shyness limits me in a good way… My shyness covers me and allows me to be unnoticed unseen in a crowded room. I can sit among the roses as a thorn… I can be a blade of grass in a storm a drop of rain… a snow flake… part of the wind that blows silently pushing… calling… My shyness aids me in ways unnoticed by the bold, the ones that wish to be seen… I wish only to hone the skills I have and to learn new and wondrous ways to move forward…

This is a dream that started a decade ago… This is an adventure that will last the rest of my life… This is a place where my shyness thrives, quietly among the most outspoken of people. I am unnoticed in the crowd, a wink, a smile, a turn of the head… Gather the delight to you in leaps and bounds the world releases her energy into your being. Share what you can by spilling it out before you now… Let the cup over flow with desire, with passion and with love… Energy is not limited to the strength that you have, to your size… Energy is boundless, limitless and endless…

The answer to a why is because or why knot… The answer turns the focus back to the question… does one ask the question in search of knowing more or do they ask the question in the hope of finding blame… Of focusing fault onto an individual… Why questions are questions of focus, they seek the reasons in a fault tone… Lettuce seek causes by creating paths to the solutions we wish to have… Ask what was the result you wished for? Then steer the bus in that direction changing the path to achieve the desire solution… The lesson will be learned…

Seek the ways of energy centered, true focused on the light that brightens ones life and creates possibilities and opportunities to be success filled. Fill your life up with the energy of love till it over flows your being and swims out in all directions. Love begins within each and every one of us. We are not competing for one share we are sharing in the endless bounty of what exists… We can always make more, create more opportunities, more possibilities, more desire, more passion, more love… These are the joys that life brings to us…

At times when ones focus becomes to thin you must step back and open your eyes to the alternative possibilities that exist for you… There is never only one way to deal with an opportunity… Only one way that your limitations show you… How outrageous are you willing to be to arrive at a new and different way to deal with this opportunity? We can drill down to the atom for answers… or we can see a new and wondrous path open to us at any level from the universe down to sub-atomic particles… We need only recognize them when they appear before our eyes…

I am asleep upon my boat adrift in the sea of possibilities. The day will dawn soon… the night ending as slivers of light filter past the edge of the earth. I float off once more to be within the dreams, the wishes of my exist dance whirling about me. Each step is one that leads me forward to another time, another place where my possibilities can be realized. I rest my being in the dreams as my soul wanders further ahead to be touched by fate… The soft nest of the words fill me with tranquility and love… I hear the words written by others and wished upon me or others similar to me… Take hold of my hand when it is necessary to do so and feel the difference in what is there… I sleep and the dream continues on into the day light… It exists in the absence of sleep, in the dark nest of desire as well as in the bright light illuminated for all to see and over stand… This is my passion, my wish, my prayer… It lifts me up and carries me to places I would never have gone and may never again… I am within the soft words a pilgrim of sorts searching for a knew place to plant the words, to stir the soul that seeks to know more, to see more to feel more now. I am that soul…

So much has been missed in every thought… So many words unable to be transcribed into logical phrases that make any sense at all. I struggle with this pair of docks… The logic of it… Words will just not explain what is there in the experience of doing, of creating from nothing… I started today writing just putting down my thoughts on paper and now when I look back how much has been created on what was once an empty page! This is what the painter feels, the musician, the sculptor, the artist… this is what we all feel when we use our creative spirits when the opportunity presents itself… This is a wonderful high! A high created in your own mind by your being…

The dolphins swim… the porpoise plays… the donuts are all gone consumed in the flurry of activities that stretched the limits of those that believed in the benefits of singular focused thoughts. Widen the borders of your mind, stretch the possibilities endlessly and when one is confronted with a physical limitation imagine it to be gone and then what happens? If this one opportunity is successfully solved what other possibilities are opened to us? Create a better world by seeking endless possibilities to any opportunity placed before you… The science of the mind demands creative thinking, flexibility and passion in the presentation of alternatives… Be passionate about your thoughts, about your paths and be open enough to see all the alternatives and then to investigate the possibilities of another’s thoughts combined with yours linked with another/s to form the basis for more creative thought… Let the dolphins swim inside you now, let the porpoise play fully aware of the direction in which you wander… open your eyes to the dream, the wish, the passion, the desires and let the cup overflow so that a path will illuminate itself before you now… Knot everything is science… be flexible enough to go with intuition, illuminated before your eyes inside your heart and within your soul…

Consider each moment a small gift of time to share with those around you. Consider the possibility that each one of these is a stone, a building block to scatter about you so that you have shelter, a place to stay, a warm fire to comfort you on cold nights and to cook your food. Each moment is one of these stones… Do we build walls with them? Fortresses in witch to protect ourselves from alternative points of view or do we build places of free thought where all opinions are listened to and respected for the values that are there? There is never only one answer that is correct, there are always other paths to the same result, we need only to search for it… Never stop learning, growing, changing, enlightening yourself in the ways of the natural world. A thought is what challenged us to place a man on the moon, a thought is what created all that surrounds us from the wonders of this earth… Look to her for guidance and the path will illuminate itself…

I am asleep within my dream there is a reality that holds my head in this soft nest of wishes covering me in their warmth. I slip beneath this blanket and fade away for a time… Silence covers me and my shyness a veil to the outside. I can be here and be unnoticed where I am in the real world… The sleep will end soon, the day will begin… the night will push the light from the day and I will find comfort in my words, my dreams, my wishes and my solitude… The soft nest calls me to awaken my spirit and to begin my day…