The question then is our we being different because we are or are we different because of what it gives us? I believe we are all artists of some sort… We create our magic in different ways but we are all artists… Some use words… some use pictures… some use colors… music… some use it all… and some of us stand out in the crowd because we are good at what we do… and some of us are the crowd… and still we stand out at times… So the question is are we different because we wish to be seen or noticed or are we different because we are following our heart… Because if we follow our hearts and our being true to ourselves there is a wonder to that… It is not the way we seek… it is the way that seeks us… witch means that if we are on our true path there is no need to search for we are at peace… with ourselves and in turn with the world about us…

I also believe that diversity of ideals, ideas, thoughts and culture makes for interesting conversations… It is through these words and thoughts that we step inside the mind of another and for a moment get to grasp a little of who they are… It is in rambling on that we find the words that are trapped within us… Never fear to ramble for in writing the art is in the words that flow when the inspiration strikes a chord… One said that the real words come out when all the other words have been spoken or written… Ramble on and find joy in the rambling for time is an easy companion to the artist and a gentle reminder to be who you are… difference or same nests diversity or comfort… The finding of our place will bring us among those of like minds for a time… and you may find as I have that is not such a wondrous place… The struggle to be different in a world that likes same nest is a universal one… and in that we are all the same… be well…

Yes and know… Many of the ideas do exist there and they reinforced my belief that while I can express some personal information it is best to keep that at a distance until one feels more comfortable… Also I am writing from experience… and while on the total they have been wonder filled many more have filled me with this concept… That it is best to keep some things to myself… In time I sense that all begin to form an image of me… and I of them… that illusion is used to fill voids within our lives that we share one with the other… In time that shared vision has a place in reality… and when that time arrives more information is use full until that time it is knot… people have fears that they need to over come… fears of the opposite sex… fears of the same sex… fears of life that hold then still fears of living… We all have them… the prejudices the anger… and I have found that over time these fears fall away and we are more willing to be open and comfortable with some one… and that is when it is important to share… It is knot that I donut wish to do so… it is that I wish to remain friends with those I share the information with… and my experience is that occurs in only a short number of people… mostly it is because they find my writing style a bit to their disliking… and my unwilling nest to share intimate details about my personal life… So be it… I am searching for kindred souls… unlike minds… people who wish to share thoughts… knot daily routines… but share of what they felt today… to open possibilities within in and within them… I wish to be inspired and to inspire… and for me that does not happen in discussing the daily routines of life but from discussing the daily wanderings of life…

We are all fragile… we have fragile minds… fragile souls and a fragile nature to unfold… We are the soft nests that we crave the home the hearth the heart of the brave… We are the tender nests we seek… from mountain heights and valleys deep… We are the huddle mass afraid… the crowd of watchers appeased… We are the cold, the hunger, the ones left behind… we are what is left in life to bind…

In a butterfly…
The magic of spring time stays…
Forever to play…

In a heart exists…
A place for beauty to be…
A whisper shouted…

Magic is the sounds they make for inside each the soul they grace… Some say wonder some say praise… some say it but a daze… Some come for a day a week of a year… Some come for one and stay till near… So far across the land they seek… a gentle head with eyes to peek… Some touch the hand that calls then to… Some grace the land they walk with you… Some hold you up and hug you tight… Some stand guard with you each knight…

Oh gentle soul let thy hand be held… till the morning rings the bells… for it is mine the task at hand… to sit and watch over this my home land… and in the rising of the sun… it is my fate to be undone… Then such is my life… my call to roam… in the day I rest at home…

A lyric that plays within ones mind… and endless circle of wonders… a message from the unconscious to remember some thing about that… I believe that when the words get stuck it is for a porpoise… a raison in our minds eye… and when we do find that raison we are freed for a time of that memory… I had a version of Neil Diamond’s “ Play Me” rolling around in my head for a week before I realized the message… and of course there is Harry Chapin’s “Circle” that always reminds me of the wonders of life… of finding all friends… and meeting new ones…

A smile… spreads across time and space… to delight upon another’s face and lift their eyes to see the shine that glows in the between of times that tick and tock… One questions ones mind and comes apart the massage to the body eludes the heart but when one touches another you see the heart is touched sew you sea the day is upon us to spread her wings and do her justice as we sing a song or we wish a wish… there is time enough to have remembered this… That in all the year and my years are many… this one past was made with a thought for a penny… and if I could I would ask you now… just how wonderful your dreams are some how… and I know in my heart that your words have touched me and inspired thoughts that filled me with glee… so I send you this smile this little poem take it and read where ever you roam… and know that you touched another’s heart… and as we begin as we set out once more… as we get this thing started… there is always more… more of the things that set your mind to glow… time to stand up now and together let us go…

The mind goes last to unreasonable places and while we are still the children we once were in mind the body lacks the same tendencies… We can Shirley act as the child we once were but I have found the body revolts over time… One step over the line and the next of days linger with constant reminders… Being a fool comes easy to me… being an old fool does knot… I some times know the difference… and some times I am taken to being reminded that I am knot a young stirrer as I once was… It is that time of year when we all seem to be young in our hearts… yet there are still ones who find this time difficult and dreary… away from home… from a place they can wrap about them and find comfort… I hear the voices of unreason call and while I am listening I hear the cries of hurt… that know one can calm but the one who screams them… The mind goes to unreasonable places some times and leaves a wake of flood waters… for a time I am being… for a time I am awash in the waters of another’s dream and while I struggle with the thoughts there exists validity in them… raisons to deal with… and to then move on…

A color rose… a magical one that took on gentle tones… a light nest appears to grace the thorns she wears… lost in her beauty one could despair of nothing but grasp her and feel the curse of her there… A leap of faith unto her and she scars but wait until the buds cling close and take her aside and clip the wings so that she may fly… release her to scent the land… it is her destiny… her desire… her passion… to paint different pictures… and scent them with action… Her color arose one night in a dream and since that moment all has tumbled and screamed for labor is work and work is a curse now it is passion a desire to make to dream to create from the midst a happier time is about to unfold… the New time is hear just listen and be told…

The shape of our reality, the light it takes on, the colors we use, our perception of it, our path inside it, our delight or transfiguration of it we control… Reality is a complex combination of every dream… It is our nature to believe that if everyone was like us the world would be in a perfect state… Some take that to the extreme… That is where dictators come from… The belief that others must be controlled by another’s vision… another’s belief… I know the way follow me… The way however is different for each of us… Even those we are with… have a unique experience while going through the same set of times…

What separates and makes us unique is what we do our best to hide… As social creatures we wish to be accepted for who we are… and then to expose the difference over time… We wish to fit in some where… Hiding is the best was or so we fell for a time until we realize that hiding prevented us from full filling our destiny… from doing what we desire… what we have passion for… Many awake one day to look at their lives and wonder what they are doing… This life crisis is emotionally altering and some are thrown into a tail spin of questions… Celebrate your diversity, your unique qualities, your special ways… for they are what makes you interesting… The more uncommon ground there is… the better… yet there has to be some place where we all can stand to speak… and that I agree is some times difficult to find… that is a test of our flexibility… our desire to find a path to walk on together… and some refuse that… they are very few… for they fear change… they fear difference… they fear life…

Maybe it was the hand of fate that touched you… then touched me… then touched both of us in the same place at the same time for some reason we both needed… Maybe this is the way fate works to open possibilities in your eyes or to create possibilities before you… Could it be that time and fate have gotten together to influence the words we share so that some wondrous idea will be produced from our conversations that inspires you… Myself I am easily inspired by another’s words… by another’s gift of their time… I quickly miss the touch of their being in my day… I feel it within me… I donut recommend that way to any one except that for me it has given me a porpoise… a light to follow and to act as a guide at times… as a guided at times and as a companion to others… I am influenced by the diversity we share and our different points of view… I am inspired by your words to write… to share of my thoughts… to be open to your questions… and if my hand gives you courage or my words inspire you then maybe it is by the mutual gifts of who we are that fate has delighted us with her present…

Once more I read and take to a place some thing other then intended… a foolish thought… I am good at that… good at placing things in the wrong place… of taking words and wrapping them up twisting them about and finding the ways in witch they feel placing them in places where they were knot intended to go… I learn a lot… because of my foolishness… I have learned caution, silence, that fate has a way of threading the needle of my thoughts… and creating a fabric of illusion that hugs the reader close while speaking to them… I wonder aloud and it appears in these pages… I am a bit of a fool… far I wander from reality… near and far I roam… the way of my life is difference in among the similarities… Lost and found… You have stepped away and reached out… I have reached out and found a string… to hold onto gently… The common ground before the diversity… a thin layer of words that open doorways one to the other… a conduit of over standing… stirred about by each hand our words strike chords and we hear the music of the other’s mind… A kindred spirit lights inside us… We are different and the same… we are the colors of the rainbow… Some day the fool that I am will have Time stand still long enough with Fate… to touch upon more… Until then… the strings of my words will continue to intertwine with yours to create a fabric of knowing… of diversity… and of difference that sparks smiles… laughter… amusement and over standing…

One cannot answer what one does knot over stand… One can only sit back letting the words spark ideas and wonder what was meant… What, where, when, how, who, why are words of a questioning mind… They find there way inside us in search of answers we wish to know more and we prod ourselves forward in wishing, hoping to find a meaning lost inside the words set forth… What is the porpoise of this? What meaning is hidden inside the complexities set down by another’s hand? How does one read such words? One cannot but wonder… and if they are open to diverse thought… let their mind go into the world of imagination… to create a spark… a light that can influence the dark nests of others… A light that burns intensely… with desire and passion… A questioning mind explores all the possibilities… An enlightened mind wanders into the realms of difference… We are all searching for the answers to the lies we have been told… finding them we search for the truth… the alternative perspective… and finding that our eyes are opened once more to the many ways in witch we can…

Soft words nestle in… soft sounds caress me… soft nests surround my being exposing a hue that touches gently another’s world… A spin about in time… a passion nestled in soft words… a delight to touch one face… a passionate moment in between the seconds on the hands of time… A clock ticks away the morning hours… A dream escapes my arms and walks in reality only to walk away from the creator to form their own life… soft words nest about me… I am warmed in their glow… their fires burn hot inside me… my desire faced and placed away… I use it to fuel my own passion… One passion feeding on another… drinking it in I smile deeply and sense that a passion shared is a delight we should drink of more often then we do…

The course of our life time is the path we choose to take… Some times we are alone… or so it seems… some times we are the leaders… some times we follow… some times we are inspired to speak out and some times we inspire others to express what is in their hearts… At all times we are being the best we can be at that time… It is our journey… our adventure…

The times are what they are and they bring delight and a sentimental journey… It is the grace of such times that we get to sit back and share a moment… To remember and to set the course of our life once more… It is a good time for taking a moment and just letting it be…

A fool… an appropriate name for some one… I sense many feel that way about me… My words are knot meant to fool… to amuse… to inspire… yes… never to fool or to make fun of… If they have found there way unto that place then they are Miss Directed… Often I have sat and read my words over and over and while I do I see the path that others have taken with them… and some times I never see it… Maybe that is the point… to never see the direction for it is knot a place for me to go or a set of words that I need to walk with… Direction… a course… a path… a wander along the highway and the by ways of a life time… The fool that I am sits and waits… while freedom is the dream we seek… what is the price of it?

We all move in some direction… we all follow a path… some choose and some are chosen for… we are who we are making our way using the gift we are to get us to a better some place… If my view of the world is foolish then so be it… If I be the fool for my thoughts… sew be it… If my path takes me on a journey to my imagination… to foolish thoughts then so be it… There are times when life needs to be turned over… My words are meant to inspire… to lift… to create opportunity and possibility in another’s mind… They are meant to amuse… to bring smiles… laughter and a sense of joy… They are the thoughts that flow from my mind when I sit down to write… Am I Miss Guided… Miss Directed… Miss Understood? Many times and if that makes me a fool so be it… I possess the freedom of thought and I share it… if that be the foolish part or the part that one senses is meant to fool or to trick… then so be it… Some times it is wonder filled to play the fool for know one takes a fool seriously… I have been on that side of the world with all its seriousness and focus… and I am comfortable with my choice…

Reality is what you make of it… Reality is a place to create wonders as magical and as wonderful as those that exist in your imagination… The real world begins inside your imagination… Difference is interesting… Diversity creates possibilities… it creates questions, thoughts, ideas, topics of discussion… Same ness is a known entity… while difference is the spoon that stirs the soup… It brings up the ingredients and delights the senses…

The tether that holds us is the strings we take hold of or the ones we attach to… We drift far and wide cast out from some places and cast into others… Home exists in the heart… the place we find happiness, warmth and comfort for our body, our mind and our spirit…

Often I am reminded of my sensitivities… of my reaction to simple words… Often I gaze out of a window and see what is there… I have disliked the thoughts of empty gardens and chilled landscapes… I have changed them to be filled and warm… I be a fool for knot accepting what the forces of nature have place before me? Often I have come around to the idea that reality is what we make of it… Reality our reality is a combination of wishes, dreams and the forces applied by nature… We are living in another person’s dream… Literally… The cars we drive, the roads we drive them on… the tools we use in every day life are the products of another’s imagination… We live in that collective reality… These dreams of others are they more power filled then our dreams? I sense that the fool in me wishes to wish, to dream and to add to the collective reality that spark that amuses, that inspires and that colors… and if that is my small contribution then sew bee it… I am sensitive to words and to their inspiration… Maybe I should be less so… or maybe I should take up a different pen and color the world from another perspective? So bee it… Inspired… yes…

Twists… turns… ups… downs… a wander… a wonder… a ponder of thoughts… Illusion to be or knot to be… a questions answered before asked… Answers to queries knot spoken… A reality so rich with imagination it alters the mind’s eye… A flash of light… and we are frozen in time…

He sat and pondered his words… over and over he rolled them in his mind… For the thought to be taken seriously one must give it proper perspective and place about it the proper set of words to convey to the other’s mind the objective of the thought and clearly these are crystal thoughts in many perspectives the porpoise is to enlighten through the use of words another’s mind to our way of thinking… Butt… a wait is in order for diversity of thought is enlightening… difference of ideas is awe inspiring… alternative ideas are use full ways in witch to achieve the same end over different pathways… Only the fool believes he has the only answer… for he stops looking for other ways… for other alternatives… for other routes to the same end… Our journey in life is similar… when we stop looking for new ways, new possibilities and new opportunities we become the fool that believes he has the answer… In truth we never have the complete answer just a small piece of the entire puzzle… that only fits for a time unless we keep searching… we keep on moving forward… exploring all the reaches of our imagination… Life breathes life… it breathes creativity… it breathes desire, passion and lust into each and every mind… Some believe they know the way… others know the way knows them…

Time to set my mind to wander and let go… Let go of the ties that bind me… time to let go the constraints of reality… time to set in motion the power of magic that rests in any imagination… Time to while away the ours… Time to talk heart to heart… or mind to mind wrapped in wonder… in the splendor… a crystal dream… clarity for the mind to look through… time to create alternatives… time to ponder diverse perspectives… time to sit and watch the world turn… the seasons change… the music being played… the lyrics being written on the fabric of your life…

The mention of time… of having time… of creating the time to do some thing we wish to do… A reasonable request for notice… Time is a relative figure of speech… Most donut have the time to spare a moment or two… Most are confused by the speed of time… by the nature of time… by the influence time has on us… Mark my words for time sits with me and watches over me… I stand still with time when it is necessary… and I let time slip through my fingers to bring other times closer that I anticipate will come… it is what this fool believes…

I am tired… even as I sit here this morning… Tired of the thoughts… of my own reflections… tired of feeling less of feeling foolish… of feeling out of touch with my own place in life… Yes I am tired of wandering about in search of some thing, some where… It is my lot in life to traverse many ways… Foolish actions take their place in my travels… foolish thoughts… foolish ideals… foolish words… foolish dreams… foolish pictures wishes and dreams… I guess that makes me a rather large fool… a clown… a court jester… a stand up philosopher… a bull shitter… and since I have bull shitted today I full filled my part of the bargain…

The message inside the message… The passage inside the other passage… the extended illusion… a hand is all… a place to call home… an image about what that is… A sense of belonging to some one some place some where in some time… A journey sprinkled in reality and imagination… Being lost in a dream for so long I found that was the easy part… Being found was more difficult… Being touched was more difficult… touching back in some way was more difficult… allowing the tears to flow was more difficult then it seems… until the flood gates open… Easy the words are once they have all been spoken and the real words begin… Talk until there is nothing left but the words that need to be said was spontaneous… Wishes were found deep in the recesses of my imagination… Dreams had taken root in the fertile grounds of my being… Tears streamed from me… shivers ran over me… your magic wrapped about me cradled my being in yours taking me inside you soaking me in your presence… your dreams and wishes… I was lost inside the way and found the way while being cared for… cradled… rocked… and held in the silence of a void so deep so cold… so very black the light of my own being failed to shine… Yet yours did shine through it… Yours illuminated a way… the true way for me to step out… That is our bond… our magical connection… A conduit between times between us the beings… it is the connection of kindred souls wrapped as gifts and placed before one another… Being touched was more difficult then I imagined… touching back has been a challenge… What is the words inside the words that rest before you? Words that wrap themselves about you and fill every place that needs to feel a hand… These are the words of one who holds you close in the silence of their heart… who dreams of you… of sharing time with you… of simply being… in silence with you… of holding you as your wish to be held… a blanket… that warms you… magic that delights you… a spirit that washes over you with whatever element you need… The love will never end… the passion never cease… the desire never to ebb… only to grow deeper still… This is the magic we share… this is the message inside the message that touches your being and shakes your soul and opens my heart to yours… to me it is a dream that has stepped into my reality…

The road before me rises up to carry me… For it is a rocky road that I choose this time… A road less then smooth to sail… a walk way covered with stones that I look at and ease myself into… it is but a place that I have been and wandered before… A colder place that takes some getting used to… it is quiet here… so that I may hear… the sounds of my own voice in unison with others… It is here that I can sit and feel the power of my past surge about me… It appears cold but it is warm with passion, with desire… and for me the challenges of my darker sides…

I seek what is forbidden to me… I have touched upon my darker sides and felt the allure of them… I wish I had the strength… but I am weak… easily turned away from the light… My destiny to walk the edges… to expose my gentle nature to such as these times will bring… I sit upon these rocky ways in quiet solitude each day… I wander the way and find a road that from time to times grasps hold and let’s go… A game it seems to those who watch… a long fly wandering until I catch… The wish is up to me to have and to hold… My mind to weak to behold…

The inner meaning of all of this I am unsure enough to be unsure of… I think of you and you sit with me and out comes the words… A gentle quiet reminder that I am knot alone ever in my solitude… That I am on a stage… in a place cuddled and cared for as much as I cuddle and care for others… It is a magical feeling to be held so… to have that sense of love about one… I will cherish it as one of the true gifts of life… forever… always…

A touch… a glance… a sense of porpoise… Words that ouch… that send shivers… that radiate color… an image of being… They are gifts shared and warmth wrapped about you… Easy it is to color a world… Easy it is to paint a picture with the rainbow… Easy it is to step forth into another place and be another person… Easy it is to rock the cradle… to ebb and flow… to rise and then to fall… easy it is some times to reach out across space to inspire another with your touch… a kind word placed just so illuminates a mind… a response… a give an then a take… It is okay to take some times to let the energy of another enter you and lift you just so high… just so wondrously high that your head is lost in clouds… and then to awaken wrapped as a gift… being unwrapped inch by inch… each peace opening doorways and passages long thought closed off to another… a sigh escapes me… a deep sigh of knowing it is okay to let it all go… and you see it was inspired thoughts that lifted me a gentle touch that opened a door and a kind hand that held mine… more often then knot it is in being who we are that we inspire the most… and while you are away… searching… or lost in space and time… the artist lingers… the urge pushes and the hands of desire poke at you… there is a longing for your words that you feel… a desire for your voice that you hear and a passion for your present, your gift that tugs at your heart strings you have extended to others… you are pulled as we are pulled to find our way… how long? Are you going to keep we wondering? How long before you are sure? How long? How long are you going to inspire me? How long are your words going to touch me? How long are mine going to reach out for you? Many questions and know one knows the answers and that makes life the more interesting… A deep sigh of wonder… of curiosity… of wishes yet to be… of dreams yet to dream… of friends yet to meet… of questions and answers yet to share… How long? Long enough to find our way… to dream our dreams and to share our wishes…

In the quiet silent seconds… I stopped for a time to adjust the light… to off… a picture set before me called to darkness of the sky… A starry night illuminated above me… I thought of that mind… the sate of the mind of the artist and the thought state of mind spoke to me… We share many words… ideas… thoughts… yet the only real tangible thing we share is the night sky… of course we all share the sky… but it struck me as wonderful that even “strangers… friends that have just met” share the wonder of the stars… A starry, starry night… I have a thought about that painting… a thoughts about the state of his mind… that he saw the beauty in the stars that while we could knot see the beauty in his mind until long after he had left us… we could share the wonder of the night time sky… I am transfix by this image… of an artist wishing to share of his imagination and struggling to get it out… and in a spark of passion producing some thing we passionate from a view we all share and seeing in the night sky more then maybe we could imagine ourselves and opening our eyes to its wonder… In these quiet silent seconds that I share with you… I am inspired by the sky… as it turns to dawn… as it turns from the darkness of night to the light of day… The thin veil opens and I can reach across space and time and touch you with a word… an image… or maybe just a thought on this winter’s starry night…

Knot knowing the way… means we are open to the way… Knot knowing what to do means we are open to possibilities that are before us… Being unsure means we are flexible enough to do what ever… Being sure is the way to limitations… to closing the door on other opportunities… The way is the passage that we take… The way we choose is our course… it is our journey and while others may slide along side us for a time they are knot us… We are the way we take… the explorations we have gone on… We are the true delight… the fantasy of our own making… Can you feel the passion? Can you reach inside and let the desire bubble forth? It is never enough, never enough to be satisfied, to be filled… There is always room for more… much more… I long to be lost… to be on an explore… I long to be unsure and curious… I long to dance… to sing… to play music from my heart and to write… I live for each morning as the sun rises to be here sitting with you writing… for it is my way to write… to imagine who I am writing to and then in letter form ramble on a bit… I have succeeded in some ways… creating my own style… my own way…

Many times I sit and wonder… I wonder about how others perceive me… As an artist, a pervert, a touched individual? What is it that they see that I miss? My way is different… I donut write long letters describing my day or a day in my life or even a day in any life… More often then knot I am inspired by a word or a phrase that I receive from them and I go off on some strange tangent… touching the boundaries of my mind in endless circles… I sense that each time when I sit I am with the person I am writing to… That I am with them… sharing my words with them… and while I wonder about me they are sitting here with me… I hear their voices… see their faces… the spirit surrounds me… I am taken to imagining more lately of times past… of times yet to be as well as the gift… of today… the present… and while I unwrap each day with anticipation I am filled with the joy of reaching out and touching… with my words… my phrases… my sporadic style… I admit freely it is an acquired taste… knot for all… but for any one… My words seem to wrap about others as they do me… they speak of sharing and kindness… of a hug… from some place far away to a kindred soul nearer now… as I write… a smile that will warm the heart… I am free to smile, to write, to share my thoughts and that inspires me… that fills a void in me that defies description… You over stand… and that speaks volumes in my solitude… for even though I am in a house filled with wonders there are some words that are missed and places that are not filled even by the ones closest to me… Strange that was to admit… stranger still to admit it is filled by writing… an art form… a passion played out on words upon the canvas of my life time… Many times I have sat here in wonder… at that smile…

Long winded I have become… Taken to using pastels… to using water colors and oils for my words instead of the blacks and whites of ink and paper… Takes longer to dry… takes time to linger and to set up… A bit of a mosaic of words painted on soft fresh plaster… the colors of glass cut and pasted together in windows framed of scenes from a long time ago… I notice a smile and a knowing in your eyes as I write this… A sensation of a similar place… where words dance on the canvas and colored by the numbers disappear to reveal a coloring by the mind’s eye… A deer need knot be brown and white… She can be violet and green… the sky can be white or blue or crystal shaped and sized… My entire being is unsure and open to the pastels that are rich with the colors they portrait… My energy seizes upon the texture of the oils… the feel of the pen that paints with them… My words stretch out in all directions to find you… I am unsure what the reason for that was… I am unsure of the meaning of my words today or what joy or maybe even sorrow they bring… I know only that I am inspire by you to speak with you… to sit with you for a time as the sun rises and to sip of the delight that comes from sharing… of the colors of an artists mind one to the other… to pick a color… be it red or purple or green or yellow or orange and shade it so that you smile at it’s soft touch upon your skin… or the reflection in your eyes… the words seep in and the uncertainty reminds me to watch and to be care filled for the art is in the artist’s mind… in their hands… in their soul… A song plays out it tunes in orchestrated moments… each note a bird that flies… each chord a color… a combination of flight sound and desire to fill the void with happiness… to fill the expanse that separates with an energy that fills you completely with the passion you desire… with the care you require and the wonder that surrounds you… Long winded I have become for some times it takes the wind of the long words to calm a soul… to center a soul, to find the peace that makes you be who you are… to thank them for reading, for reaching out and touching… for inspiring words that used to stick… for being a gift… a present to share… Let the colors seize upon you and color your day with beauty, with desire and with wonder…

Sparkles… the energy of desire flashes across space and time… The new place awaits yet we hesitate to cross over… The past is a strong allure… the here and the now the gift we are unwrapping as slowly as we can… We are the elusive elements of life… Shared… we are capable of lifting a soul beyond their belief… alone we are capable of great strength… together we are more then we imagine… a shared wish or dream holds more promise… more potential… more life…

Thoughts are missed and then others are given more then others… Simple are dreams that we can grasp easily and hold onto… They are truly the wonders of any life time… We are happy to hold the way before us… we are given easy to smiles… easy to laughter… easy to the way we have chosen…

Some ways are best left… Some words are best knot spoken… Some times we are a head of ourselves… some days we are before our time… Some times the Miss Spoken carries more then the properly spoken tones… Some days the words are easy to sing and the rhymes go along with the reason and at others the song is best left as a melody of sounds that cascade down upon our beings… Some times I feel alone in a crowded room… and some times there is no place to go in an empty house… to feel comfortable… Some days my words do knot console me and at others they lift me beyond me… Today I am wondering unsure and that is the best place for me to be… unsure enough to be unsure… curious and questioning…

The after effects the before… inn the referenced time we have allocated to its memory… A bank of knowledge is left to bear interest… and the fruits of that interests are the after times we share… Often we are nearer to the now then we think… We are the before… the after… what is happening… we are adrift in the void of definitions… the attempt to define the place we are limits our ability… accept dance of the place as a matter of the course we are on yields a bountiful harvest while struggling to over come it mires us in the illusions of the day…yielding a barren ground on witch to walk… The field of any dream is cultivated by the wish… the seed we plant and then fertilized by the successive dreams we dream…

Breathe deep the gathered rows… the air crisp with delight… The clock ticks towards the harvest of the moon… the full nest having been taken to slivers over time a peace to each their own… Wave on the matters as the body reacts to the levels… Time to tick away… time to while away… time to absorb… time to wash away the ours are yours to keep and to bend knot to the will butt to the way… The way is the course that befalls you… an opportunity to use your magic to achieve your destiny… A door way before the closeted delight… open one and the successive ones blossom…

The colors roll all into one a dark nest of white… a closed veil that surrounds the heart with what is seen as an empty nest… Pulled in all directions to pay for the road we are on we traverse a far and close bye to hear the word… any word in reality that will spark our imagination and bring forth a clue to who we are and what we will accomplish in our life times… and having viewed the blank page over and over we are faced with taking into our own hands the course of many life times… a snap shot heard round the world grips us tightly and leaves an impression etched in our soul…

Eternal is the water that burns and the flame that does not… Forever is one destiny bound to another that ignites a fire that refuses to harm… Carry it we all do so… Use it we are wonder… The passage into being more crosses many grounds… A message exists in each set of wonders… in each day we are called… shaken to feel the hallowed ground… A simple treasure shared becomes the ground in witch other seeds are planted… Watch the natural move mint of a river… toward the sea… toward the end… from the source of its life till the sharing of its travels with the source of all life on earth… the circle of substance to element to substance…

A source of passion speaks to one heart… while touching many the words swirl about in one mind they find a truth that stirs… a truth that begins to inspire a response… a desire is brewed moment by moment… a crystal dreams… a clarity of a porpoise swimming inside one level at a time is etched in a passion play… forward the mind moves while the images are etched in a memory stored time by time… The source is a fountain that is endless… a forever washing of play upon us… an opportunity to soak in its waters awaits our every thought…

A magical wave delights my soul and I take to waving back… a gesture of greeting from far off… a smile illuminates the separate paths… sending one witch way and another… We are greeted in smiles… and shaken in arms wrapped tightly about and we sway to the motion of another’s person about us… we are cared and stirred to our very core… and we burst with the knowing of such places as this… bubbling over… our cups awash in pleasure… our minds alive with delight… a sigh appears before us and we accept it as the gift it is… wash over me… inspire me… sit with me… hold me… the words escape our minds… wrapped and sent out they reach far… wide and stun us with responses…

Wrapped in the warmth of waters we find a release point… a place where the body drifts away from the mind and our imagination can take us… and so it does… and sew it does the wish to the dream to a perfect reality that shutters the physical hue with a delight that is so real it takes on characteristics of the one… The very one that eludes you… the elusive obvious one… the subject of so many words is etched inside your mind… spiritually… emotionally… it need only be matched physically to some one that exists… So many times we wish for what we have already… and then so many times it eludes us… Sew the times together and sleep with them as benefits of an active mind set free of the constraints of being the other you… Just another sheep list knight… to take hold of your arm and lead you to ecstasy… passion plays with your heart let it be… and drink of the waters that shimmer with your desire… you are worthy of such things as these…

Mysteries play out in each secret garden we share… Many days are left to unfold the wonders of a sleep or a smile or a nudge to write… to create from the very center a set of words in poetic form… A high degree of me is inspired by a fractional thought… We are captains of our own ships and we sail with others side by side we are lined up and chart our courses to and from the lands of our wishes and dreams… Today is before us a course worthy of delight and smiles so set your sails for an exploration of happiness… of delight… and let go any other ideal… for this is a journey into your imagination…

Words shared bring thoughts… they are the food for the soul that lingers in the shadows of any life time… Words are the sounds that inspire more words to challenge the soul to feel more then it does… A wrap of the present… a chilled thought warmed in the fires of ones heart… A smile that sparks an eternal flame that warms without destroying… You are these things… an inspiration and a gift… to those about you…

A cry is unanswered and left to hang in the midst of the air… a fading sound over time and space… It escapes the grasp of others for it is for one… a single note played out in the symphony of desire… of passion played… we are stirrers of the imagination… brewers of inspiration… we are elements of all and nothing… we are spirit and material existing in a intertwined place… The cry lingers above… a bell ringing… echoing across our minds…

I looked for the one who went missing… far off in another place my imagination wandered… wrapped in thoughts to find one… I wrapped more thoughts and sent them out to inch closer to the gift… to allow them to be unwrapped in solitude away from another’s eyes… A shared quiet of the mind I sit with you whilst you are away… and just hold you for some times we just need a notion that says you are thought of… delighted in and loved for the hue you are… A hold that wishes for nothing in return knot a word… a smile or a thank you… a hold that grips you and speaks of comfort… of shared solitude… of being together in inspired swirls of a passion played out over time four corners away… A dream once walked out of a cloud and touched me… shook me to be a reality I was knot being… I was inspired by those words that tickled my wish… my dream… and now I shall hold on so that the fire that delighted my heart speaks deeply to the fire that sparks yours… in the silence… that is…

We are stirred to speak… to create… to be inspired by another’s spark… We are called to actions that speak to our hearts… Settle down on the road to some where and get in time with the course of your life… We are nature’s beasts sets to travel afar… and when we arrive at some place we can settle in to being there until the wind changes… until the tide rises… until the next time in witch we must go forth among the people to find a word that stirs us…

Images of time… played out in swirls of smoke clouds circling my jaded memory… A hand touched mind and I awoke from a slumber of years… awoke I did to a reality that was so different then the dream it started out to be… How much I have changed… How much I have been altered in that time… What is it five, ten, twenty years ago… where di the time slip away from me? A dream it all seems to me… off times I am struggling to find the passage from this dream to the reality and back once more for colors exist in one place and only stark contrasts of black and while in another… The world a 360 degree view surrounds me with delight while the short bordered view limits me… I have an image of time that I share… that I gift wrap… and send forth to light upon one or two… color my world with a touch and the gifts of shared delight flow easily and true… be the dream and the fantasy colors the contrasts… be hue and the rest takes care of itself…

The magic of time… the sword… a gift wrapped and waiting… poetry in motion… words shared in silence of a hand held across space… of arms wrapped about the knight… of arms shielding the thoughts silent they rest within a time they soothe… they cuddle one to another in a grasp that speaks volumes… even in silence they reach out… even in solitude they find one to the other… even in places unaccustomed to such love they are found out and illuminated… The hold takes one to the other wrapped in the blanket… warmed in the light of another’s affection… This is endless… this is eternal… this is what the sense is… it is the life time’s journey… this is the power of it… the desire… the passion and the lust ebb and flow while the truth holds one to the other… in its silent grasp… tears flow endlessly from my eyes… silent gasps… shielded I am and shall ever remain… The magic of time aids my transformation from kindred soul…

One step closer… one step farther away… one step in the direction of delight moves one a step towards the life they are destined to live out… At some point in time we face the crossing of roads… We face them knowing that we are knot alone… even in silence there is a warmth of presence that wraps us… and carries us with them… Knot a day goes by where we are knot part of the package… part of the present… These are the times of our life times…

Hope is restored in time to those who wish the round route… I was taken to a place… the clouds circled inside my mind… confused I was about to learn some thing about me… I was more confused and taken back… I tripped on the live wire and fell into a daze… A passageway into the imagination unfolded before my eyes… I tripped the delights and sent shivers racing inside out racked with emotions freed I sang… I played… I created magic of my own inspired I wrote… I drew… I released the artist of my dreams on my dreams… the tree shook with each stroke… with each new limb that appeared… Hope is restored and fueled with passion…

What we wish for ultimately… is the dream… that becomes the reality… Our passion plays out… Our desires come to life… Our wishes… the sparks that set the mind to wandering… When we settle in to it… this is the magic of us… this time this part of each year brings out the wonder… When all is said… when all is done… what matters most is the gift we are… what I wish for mostly is that we get to share some of that magic…

Beauty is in the bee holder… beauty is what one can glimpse and another can hold… beauty is fleeting on face value and forever in ones heart… Beauty is an attraction left barren… Beauty is a sacred trust for good thoughts glow from the inside out casting delight in all directions… Beauty is a charm that graces the most deserving of us… Beauty is below the skin in words… in actions… in the depth of a person… In beauty rests the passion of another’s imagination… In beauty rests the beast… the desire that burns in us all…

What we fear to have we move towards for it is usually the focus of our attention… We are fond of remembering what we dough knot want as opposed to wishing for what we do… So many time when asked what is wanted one will respond I do knot know butt I know what I don’t want… An then go on to describe in specific detail what they don’t wish to have… I have found that to be interesting in that some one can ultimately spend hours focused on what they wish to avoid… so much so that they construct it in almost perfect detail… The difficulty is this the human brain does not understand negation… so if we create an image of what we do not want our brain moves us towards it even if we wish to move away from it… The simple solution is to place into your mind what you want… without the away from to go with it…

It is human nature to wish for more… to want more… to build expectations… to enlarge our desires as we gain strength… It is our nature to want change in our lives… It is also our nature to like same nests and to avoid change… a pair of docks for sure… We get to have what we wish for when we wish for it in positive ways… we get to have those things we desire most when we go about it in the light…

Many of the days I have spent covering the better part of the state to visit I have wished to be home… It is the nature of celebration to bring us together with those we love from the past… These are more for them then for us… The older ones begin to remember what it was like to be us… and in that there is some solace for them… Celebrate the old, celebrate the new and celebrate what will be… In that way the day travels quickly from one place to the next… We sit upon the chairs as we did as youths and remember the ones long gone… We sit there and wash ourselves in memories and some times that is knot as sweet as at other times… We are the keepers of the flame now… we are the parents… the ones who uphold the traditions of each family and the ones who create new traditions in each family…

The need to busy oneself with activities is great… And will move you past the difficult times… dough knot hide there… sharing what is in ones heart moves you through the barriers to finally rest where you wish to be… It is a time for the happiest of thoughts… think them… believe them… live them… some times an attitude of fun is all it takes to have some…

Many thanks for the thoughts you send… Many thanks for the time you spend… Many wishes for a time to be… Many hours to share with thank filled hearts… Many days to wish for… Many months to wash in the thoughts… Many years to remember them as fond and dear words… These are the times spent daily wondering… the magic of words shared across oceans… the desire… the passion and the love that entwines…

We never rewrite where we have been… we use what we learned there to alter our path… or to recreate the past… in our future… The ending is before us and happiness is an eternal sense… It is the way we experience the world… Our individual joys are for us to incorporate… A shared joy we can have… but for it to be a joy we must sense in within us… We are unable to go back in time and edit our movie or our book of life… What we can do is learn from what we have experienced and take that knowledge with us as we do better with the present of today… This place is what is important… While we would all love to rewrite or edit our pasts we are unable to do so… Our destines required that we learn from those places and then to take those lessons with us into the next time of our life… It is not a question of changing where we have been… more a question of using it…

We sleep… we dream… we allow our bodies to rest and our minds to wander… We separate for a time from the routine of life and adventure forth with imagination and delight across the veil that divides us… Sleep is an activity for the mind… a crossing over… a fantasy… a dance upon the expanse of time where everything is possible… A wish is set free in a dream… a dream is cultivate while we sleep… our minds are at play easily with out restrictions while we are in the grasp of peace filled slumber… We dream the dreams of the dream tree… we pick a fruit and savor its delights all the while our bodies rest and our souls are filled once more with wonder… A perfect harmony of time space and magic…

A tranquil mind believes in endless possibilities… it holds opportunity each day in its grasp… The sky does knot limit us for it is a false ceiling… walls are bridges to other door ways… we need only see them before us… There is a sense that life is as we see it butt truthfully life is what it is and our perspective is flawed greatly by our own senses… We see what we search for… and if that be wonder, happiness and love we will find that… if it be the darker elements of life we will find those also… The tranquil mind searches for the wonder in each day… to be a peace with one self… to find the harmony within…

Busy nests the elusive… Worries fill the void… strikes the soul to spark a delight… a smile crushes the illusion… a whisper ends the dilemma… we are free… able to wander… able to slide into and away from the parting of the lies… a dream rustles next to us… we remember… we smile… we are content once more…

A thought washes away some illusions… a single thought hidden in the complex chaos of reality… It smiles back and forth across rooms filled with minds busy with the tasks of the seasons… Are we who we are or who we wished once long ago to be?

A sense of kindness to others permeates the usual… It is some times easier to forgive others then to forgive ourselves… We are at times kinder to the unknown soul… kinder to the foreigner… kinder to the lost, the weary, the forgotten then we are to our own beings… It is the way of our life that we have become focused on the outside to the detriment of the inside…

All life requires a balance… a delicate weighting of options… to offset one we must remove ourselves from this that centers us… We are at our best when we have taken the time to balance all elements and are therefore at peace… If we have the care to be kind to others and ignore kindness to ourselves we upset that balance… Kindness to others begins with a charity to oneself… As with all elements of life… if we are unbalanced it will find a way out… The saying that charity begins at home is an indication that we cannot give of what we donut have… Only of what we do have… and when we have kindness for others we need to have the same kindness for ourselves… the same gentle nature we show another we must show ourselves… the same love and respect we shower on those around us we must shower on ourselves… In this way we are capable of magical things…

We seem to question and some times to follow… I am amazed at how many times we follow without question the mass… the pull of many brings in a larger majority by its inertia… While in private we may have doubts they are pushed aside… placed over to the edge… in public… We question a lot of things but the unusual we tend to go with until one or maybe two stand forth and make a point of dissention… We need to all be points of dissention… in regards to the unusual… and maybe that is the point the unusual has become the usual… The old saying that if it sounds to good it probably is… is as correct today as in any day and age…

There is no replace mint for a challenge for doing the steps necessary to achieve success… We need to question the unusually adept at doing… to find their secrets… we need to watch care fully the unusual… listen for the signs of dissention among the ranks of those who have been and experienced the wonder… Anything of value is worth doing correctly… And while not everything is for everyone if we question heartily the unusual we will come away with the knowledge of what will work for us as well as what works for others…

Knot all that we see is as it seems and the unusual is not always a bad thing… Some times it is an opportunity for difference that will bring about change for the good… Only questions will bring that knowledge to light… Only when we question do we challenge the idea in the proper light… Only when we place ideas up to the scrutiny of the questioning mind do we find its true path… It is the a question that opens the doorway to knowledge and the keys to the path on witch this doorway will lead…

I am so confused… lost… befuddled… bemused… scattered… a drift… what a wonder filled place to be… To me confusion is a cross road to the process of learning some thing new and different… It is a sign that we are at a place we have never been before… we are standing in front of a doorway searching for the correct question in witch to open it… Confusion is the key that trips our minds to find out… to search for more in what is before our eyes… We need only link the keys… and we are moved along the path of confusion frustration curiosity to knowledge and delight in having found an answer…

Life to me is a running experiment of delights… It is a state of complex confusions solved and sorted into differences… We need only see confusion as the key to a new journey… a key to finding out… a key to opening the doorway to a better place… where we possess the knowledge to add light to what once was a darkened room… Once there is delight there is no longer any confusion…

The cat is a curious creature… one who likes the process of exploration… always ready for an adventure the cat grooms themselves for quick movement… It has been said that curiosity killed that cat… I believe that a lack of it did… for each one seems to have nine lives and a cat with that much ability to over come scraps with death himself has to have stuck its nose in a great many things… Cats do what they like and nothing more… or less is up to them but an adventure delights them… They are curious creatures of habits formed over time to set out on their own to be carried away with a whim and then to take to the trees for comfort… A cat is an explorer of the far reaches of ones imagination and will walk with any one that wishes to find out… Yes cats are mystical creatures of the imagination…

Who better to place a task before you then you? Who is a better judge of your talents? Who is a better at knowing you then you? Amazed we are at the fact that others can see before us… It is the nature of humans to knot see their talents as well as others… A humility we have and a good trait it is… But some times that humility gets in the way of doing… It gets in the way of challenging ourselves to be more… We all desire more… more passion… more love… more of the things that make life interesting… Yet we find it difficult to challenge ourselves to reach that goal or stretch for that opportunity… It is because we are comfortable with being who we are… comfortable with our lives, or our lot in life…

We respond well to challenges placed before us by others but it is rare that we accept a challenge set forth by our own mind… A lesson we must learn as we grow is to chart our own course with selected obstacles… with desired lessons… with opportunities that challenge us to be more then who we are… While it is good to rise to the challenge of another it is better still to take to heart the challenge of ones own… We are who we are because of the adventures we have taken and been taken on… This is our destiny and while others influence that destiny it is better if we take an active part and accept the challenge to challenge ourselves…

Responsible… these are the actions taken… some work… some are ineffective… it is the nature of authority to make rules for the masses and then to add layers to control what they had knot thought of completely… While knowing leads to over standing… knowledge can lead to experimentation… Most feel that it is better to put the information out them to keep it hidden… Hang the dirty laundry with all the other stuff… With nothing to hide the conversations become more real… With all these responsibility issues sex, drugs, suicide the causes are deeper then a child experimenting… In my time I have found it to be an issue of self respect and decision making… That may sound simple and naïve… I realize in any case there can be more then meets the initial eye… Still I have seen it, felt it and be party to it in my own family… I know about the need to find blame or to focus attention away… The reality is that some one can feel that bad about themselves and wish to end it all or take a substance that alters their reality for a time because their reality isn’t good enough… I guess for me the saying is if your reality isn’t what you wish it to be change your reality… maybe I am naïve enough to believe we can do just that and make our lives better…

We all have those times when we need to partake of the wonders of each day… Even those who seem so in charge of their lives have moments when they need the shoulder to cry on, the rock to stand on, the same love that we all crave… Some times in our desire to make others happy we forget that happiness is an internal place… an element of wonder… within us that sparks… ignites… roars and fades as we experience life… There are times when we need the fuel we give so freely to others… We all have these moments when the fog is so dense and thick that even the blind eye cannot see… It is difficult for those of us to ask… for what we desire most of all… I am amazed at times how much my life is inspired by a simple note from friends… that some times one single word in a paragraph will inspire me to write pages… It is nice some times to hear that my words have touched some one… It is what we do some times that brings the biggest smile… the art of a word… that says… thank you… or here’s a hug… or may be I am hear, here with you listening… talk to me… These are wondrous pages… an interesting community of shared thoughts… Many times I have sat with you and felt your present… your gift of reading what I wrote… a short note of inspiration to continue… We all have these times when we are struggling to get moving and then we read a comment or a response and a smile comes to our lips and we sense that this… this is what we are destined to do some how… some way… this small gestures are worth the time, the effort, the desire, the passion and the love…

What is crap really? What crap is written in these pages? On any given day I suggest to you that I write a cart full of it… And some daze I write a gem or two… Who is the judge… the jury… the final decision maker? I guess we the writers are… In that case I find most of what I write a day or two later a bit of crap… then I laugh at me and go on for I know that the porpoise was to get the crap out of me by writing about it… and that is the way it works…

The water flows… words dripping… washing over the rocks… the large as well as the small reduced by the wear… they shimmer under the waters edge… A smooth nest develops… a polishing of the jagged edges as the words flow… Over time… the need builds… the desire… intensifies until a passion brews… A satisfying drink is taken of the delights that are… with a bit of bitter knowledge that we must and can be better… A balance of what is was and will be… to learn is to live and to grow forward in time… The bell tolls with each drop… each glass filled to over flowing with a singular desire… We rest those stones each one in our jars and take in as many as we can… If we fill in just the right way there is always room for one more… and that is the way of things… to have room for one more on… one more element of insanity to drip… to flow… to open a door way to a passage we have never seen or heard from… To list out possibilities we once saw as impossible and show them to be within our grasp even now… The water flows from the source of the stream to the winding path of the river to the lakes of your dreams to the oceans of possibilities that exist in each day…

A dream… becomes a reality… a thing to touch… it puts life to the fantasy… life to the wonder… it changes our reality into some thing magical… I thought one time that life was a grind stone to put my nose to… the rock between the hard places… chipping away at my layers… at my ability to see, to hear, to feel each day… I sit back and remember those times of loud bored drums beating in my head… or lists of things to do… of busy nests and pushing off the times of my life further and further… I sit here and I wish oh how I wish it could have been different between the life times… Lots are cast and I have chosen freely of mine and I am deeply in that place where love for family, for one and for my friends has taken me to fantasies I never dreamed possible… Sew when I dream some times I get to sit with the likes of you… and the like nests of others we share a kinship with… a sharing of the minds… a sharing of the souls… a kindred nature across continents… across the world… I find it to be inspiring that you inspire me…

The garden grows… a light shade of green blossoms… darker shades promised… yes they are entitled to their time in quiet solitude and now it is time to open the door way to the other side… the one that speaks in poetic crispness… A time to celebrate a bit… a time to sing… to share a pint or two… The garden awaits a visit… a time to sit and just be…

Settle in to a routine of being and knot being… Hare today and gone tomato… A hither and yon process of searching the four corners… I can find hue… and spark a color of blue… that will set a shock like a wave across your spine… and life you up… A hide and a seek… a game and a reality… a place inside our beings that we go to find comfort we can know longer find in our reality… Come now! An artist can create any reality they wish so what shall it be? Can you come out and play? Or do we have to sneak up inside you and tickle your insides until your burst out laughing uncontrollably? Okay what’s it going to be?

A step back in time… a step from the rigors of a life time to the placid nature of other times… a pasture… a wandering brook… a path less taken greets you with open arms and pulls you in… So many lives never take the time to touch… the old paths… the newer ones are far more exciting… it is not a truth but a lie they tell themselves for new nests are more youth filled then the old nests we embark on…