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…