Lightening strikes… the mind wanders… the energy released to serve the power filled needs… We wonder as we travel… listening to the cycles of the mind… We all grow in our enthusiasm for learning… we all wonder how much we can achieve in such little time that we have… We all search for what we have… we all take small journeys for our own sake and travels for the sake of others… We wonder how much we can deal with and are amazed at how much we do in a day… Lightening strikes and we are off to catch a glimpse of it as it flashes across the salted waters… The water falls steady… the roar of the ocean crashes amidst the rumbles of the thunder that signals the approaching storms that change the earth… that spark our imagination to light up with each spark… Lightening is striking as we speak… creating energy that pulses within the earth and delights our imagination with enough colors that we can see the edges of our thoughts as we begin to push them even further away… the limits that once were within arms reach are now miles before us… and days to go before we rest in the eyes of another we are grace full and loving… and we shall always be for some times I tell yourself that…

The strike illuminates the knight… one glimpse of the guardian and they are gone for a time to consider… one strike and the image puzzles your thoughts for while you saw them there in your mind a thousand times as you slept they never seemed to be as real as when you catch a glimpse of them in the flash of light… Some see them as angels… as guardians of the soul… magical…sent from heaven… to provide a guidance to us… In some ways I agree… and in some ways I donut… I believe we all have one… I believe they are with us always in some form or another… They are angels in the sense that if we listen to them they will guide us… I see them as mystical creatures of another realm that exists within ours… and as we grow to know them they grow to know us and at times we can catch a glimpse of them watching over us and when we do they take on a form we can understand… The strike of light illuminates the night and opens our eyes to the blindness we have… The cover is not the book… it is what is between the cover that is important yet so many see the cover and forget what the book is about… Lightening strikes and I am filled with thoughts of traveling once more for it is time to go… Pass on what you have learned to those who wish to know… you do this by touching them with your mind, with your heart and with your soul…

Frustration is a certain sign that you are about to learn some thing different… Frustration comes from doing something over and over getting different results then you believe you should until you stop… and begin to adjust what you are doing… so that the results change just a wee bit… and it is that wee bit of change that some times starts the movement… There are those that love the routine so much they donut see it as a stagnate pool… If you begin to change just one thing each day… some thing simple like taking a different route to work… you begin over time to see change as the routine… each day is different… for it is a new day… and change is occurring even when we do our bestest to stop it… Yet we do change… but when we change as a routine magic happens because we know that we can be flexible enough to deal with what ever life places before us… A minor alteration in plans is not a major deal… as it once was… it is now a smooth transition to a wonderful learning experience… hasn’t it been?

The holder sees the beauty in the images they create in their mind… Beauty is within… it flows from the soul outward… it glows from the inside out… Beauty is the energy that radiates from the heart out to touch another’s heart… another’s soul… The holder sees the beauty in what they behold… Maybe the book is selected for what appears on the outside at first… soon it is taken to heart or laid to rest for what is on the inside between the covers…

The baby was out for a time… Out to explore the world… out to explore the limitless expanse of what dreams can bring about… The baby was out on the edge of reality… The baby was out to play… out to in joy the circles… the pondering of the mind… One step closer to reality… one step away from the fold… Looking forward the baby will find its way back to full use… Babies have a way of never growing up…

All energy flows from the universe we reside in… The energy you speak of exists all around you… in every element of life… It is life itself… It defies examination for how does one define life? The energy that sparks inside us and then leaves… The magic is in all things… as large in the smallest as in the largest… The difference is in your mind… and how you use it to see… An unlearning of what helped you once… a patience… a desire to do silently what others do with a flare… Create pathways to sip at the river of this energy and you will be rewarded with an unlimited supply of energy to do what you wish… I have found it to flow within me when I teach… or when I am creating… writing, drawing… or out in the yard or in some places close to nature… It is different in us all… If you have the opportunity… to step into the mode of thought… think of this energy and touch a nice old tree… the older the better… You may find the answer to your quest in her response…

A quiz…

1. What is your favorite man-made sound?

2. What is your least favorite man-made sound?

3. What is your favorite natural sound?

4. What is your least favorite natural sound?

5. Other then your own, what occupation would you like to do?

6. What occupation would you least like to do?

7. What is your favorite word?

8. What is your least favorite word?

9. What is your favorite curse word?

10. If heaven exists, what do you want to hear when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

When we ask why… we are searching for blame… That is what why does… it produces a because… a reason for what we do… When some one asks why my answer is who cares… or why knot? If you are trying then stop… for what was once will never be again… Just as if you could relive today… what happens today will be today forever never to repeat itself in the same way… Sew I would just slip this in for you to ponder… why knot do those things you used to do? Why knot step back ward to that place in time? When you do so the answers sort of pop out at you… and grab you and shake you a bit and whisper or shout into your ears… the answer you are searching for… When I look back at what I used to do some times I cringe at the person I was and it motivates me to be a better person in the here and now… what I do today will impact the smiles and laughter of tomorrow more then what I used to do… You have today as a gem that needs polishing… Who cares what you used to do… Start today by doing one thing that brings a smile to your lips… over time you may find that the things you did before you are doing once more because they bring joy into your life… and joy and happiness are what we wish for… what we dream about… Stop now searching and begin exploring… stop now looking in what you did before and begin playing with what you are doing now… stop now asking why and start asking how…

One step and the wonder was revealed… One step forward and her words fell upon my breast… One step closer and her voice whispered in my ears… One step more and my breath was taken away… One step more to ignite the desire in my heart… One step more to fuel the fires of passion… one step more and I fell prey to my emotions… One step more and I was consumed by them… One step more and my heart opens to her touch…

A touch of the tongue to sample the taste… to let the spark of flavor enter you… The scent having drawn you near… the aroma having enticed you… intoxicating you… spinning your head from one side to the other so that reason and rhyme are no longer available… The tongue extends to gently touch… to savor… to have the taste upon it… the sweetness longed for… the spice rolls through to each corner of your mind… a deep sigh escapes you… one taste has opened your mind to more… and you begin to devour what is before you with pleasure…

If you know some thing is missing then you know what that some thing is… One can feel out of place… they can feel or sense change about them… they can interpret the actions of others… Some times we look for what is missing outside of us… we search for it in a friend or a lover or a family member when what we need is inside us… A look in the mirror may say I am too fat… or my hair sucks or my nose is too big… or my breasts are to small or too large or my face just isn’t pretty… we are our own worst critics… we see the smallest details… blown up to the largest level…

Maybe what is missing is a look beyond the façade into the realm of the spirit… Maybe what is missing is a hand, an ear or an eye that sees beyond the covering… We all have value beyond our nose… beyond our figure, beyond our type or mind set that when we let go of the illusion we become more alive… Once upon a time doesn’t exist except in tales of the land of fairy… In the “real” world it begins inside with who we are… and the glow that comes with caring for who we are… Maybe what is missing is seeing, hearing and feeling wonder filled about who you are… about what you dream about, about what you do each day… maybe you wish to change those things, maybe you are delighted with them… Does not matter… the place to begin is with who you are now… and to look at this place… this time… this moment as wonderful… as a time of change… for all time changes… all people grow… all people age… all people change from being babies to children… to adolescents… to adults… along the way we touch each and every life we come in contact with…

Think of it as being an artist with a brush on a clean canvas each day… and whatever color you choose you mark each life you see… for some you would use black and for some white… and for others the colors of the rainbow would never be enough to define them in your mind… each one gets a dab of color… and when you look at your canvas the one that defines you what might you see? You may see bold lines… or squiggles… brilliant sunsets of moody blues… you may hear the sound of rain of the wonder of thunder… you may feel the force of each color as it strikes you or you may see the shimmer gold of sunlight as your words dance upon the page… You would be surprised by what you saw on the canvas for as you shared you with them they were sharing them with you… As you read this you are participating in an exchange of color… an exchange of ideas… and exchange or sharing of thoughts… they will forever meld into you and become a part of you… as your words touched off this response my words filter into your mind and spark a thought in return…

Maybe you will find what you are looking for outside… My feeling is that you will find it inside you where it was all along… Maybe what you need is a smile to let out the laughter… or a tickle to spark a tear of joy to slip upon your cheek… maybe you wish for some one to motivate you to change… I believe we take that upon ourselves and we get to mold it like clay… into all the wondrous shapes and sizes we wish… maybe all you need is to see the beauty that is there… Or maybe I am a total ass who has no idea…

Soon is a time for spring to come for it creates a vision of comfort that some time in the near nest of the future another word will be shared… Soon is a time worth considering… it is not next week or next year or even tomorrow it is sooner then what later could possibly be… Soon is a time set knot in stone but in ones heart… We do things sooner that we wish to do putting off till later the ones we would rather knot do as soon as we can… Soon is a mysterious time that we share with some one other then ourselves… It is a shared experience… We will be together soon… it speaks of promises of a future time to gather around and talk until the sun rises… to sit across from one and ponder the possibilities that stretch as far as the eyes can see… Soon is a contract a bond of one to the other that speaks of future times… Soon is the spring of a relationship… it is the time when all things seem so vibrant and young… so easy to care for and nurture… Soon brings smiles and laughter… soon is poetry to the ears… magic to the heart… a step closer to anticipate…

On the morrow I leave once more for a day or two… On the morrow I depart for a day or two away… On the morrow I slip… slide… and depart for pastures… On the morrow I wander off to see the spring in another place… On the morrow I wander physically as I often do mentally… On the morrow I drive for some miles to walk for some miles… On the morrow I wander into the world of another’s dream… On the morrow I will allow my mind to wander back in time to experience the magic of being at the start of something magical… The day of graduation from one place is before us… and the commencement of the rest of time begins… I can remember those days… with the same joy… On the morrow I begin to explore those possibilities with endless dreams… On the morrow I will slip back in time once more to remember the past with a knowledge of the future…

The task is at hand to find words to place here… I have strung out the quiet tones… the silent melodies play while I sit upon the key boards to play a song of two… My fingers find the chords to play in step with the music the notes fly from and to… a note to call in the end and end in the call… a note to add spice to the melodies as they play on dear soul play on… An almost place of being… a knot quite there yet opportunity to shimmer and shake and be a complete unknown in another world… A test of the shy net that slips out from inside me… I noticed the panic… the freight… the almost unbelievable change and although I want to gain some thing from what I write I gain more from the art of doing it… The change is a gradual use of words over time playing out across the pages… one new turn playing out against another turn until the pages turn one to the other… looking back I can see the child wobbling to his knees… taking the first of many steps… now I am the adolescent… stretching the boundaries in all directions at once ready to explore any and all and here is where I shall stay for the poetry of life calls me and I have my time to be old… I have my time to worry and to stress now is my time to glow in the delight of new things, new feelings, new ideas…

She has occasion to stop by and sit for a spell… reading into the words what she knows to be in each note… Rarely do I write without thinking of her gift… for it is she who inspired me to do what I do… For her gift I will be forever great filled and happy… There are others who have touched my life in a positive way… Others who know the power of their magic… Others who share easily and openly what they know… They are all special… It is she though that transformed my thought process more then any other for it is she who opens the doors… it is she who pushes me though them… it is she who pushes me to the edges of my imagination… it is she who trips the delights fantastic inside me… She has occasion to stop by and sit for a spell and she has occasion to stop for times on end… I stir the magic I share easily and with great caution thrown to the wind… To the four corners of the earth with each breath… with each beat… with each moment of time I am aware of her…

The long road home winds its way over hill and dale… it untangles the web we weave at times leaving it displayed along the avenues of our destiny… Turn down the volume so we can play at the wonders of being together… Slip your hand into mine and just let it be… The worries of life drip away when you are with me… the time of day… the massage of your hands within mine… The long road home takes me to you and from you… It is said that if you travel far enough from home you will once more be headed back again… I some times ache for home… for the comfort of those that generate that sensation inside me… As I sit here in the midst of the world I have created I am longing for a slice of home… a whisper of her voice… a hand to hold… the physical to hold onto… and Bonnie Raitt… sings… and time stands still… as I lay down my heart… I feel the world slip away… The road home is a path I take each day… Neither worry nor long… neither fast nor slow… it is the way I choose as I go… It is where I find you…

Some daze I sit and some daze I stand… Some daze are interesting and some are less so… Sew the seeds I do of the cultivate crop… The ground is fertile and abounds with anticipation of the next generation… I step aside to seize the day… wanting to grasp the opportunity with both hands I dive into the river of dreams and swim across… There is only the here and the now that concerns me… before is what got me here and what tomorrow brings is yet to be… My course is set… Some daze are worth every ounce of desire we can apply to them…

The picture changes as does the delight that appears to dwell within the eye of the holder of the image… The mind plays across the landscape in waves of heat… in a pattern familiar to air movement… a wisp of movement invisible yet seen by the eye… A stand of trees ruffled by the breeze… a single leaf blows free to ride the currents between the avenues it floats ever higher into the still moving air that while invisible to the eye is felt by the skin… heard by the ears… A present as such is present in the mind at the time of the telling of tales… The tale being told the gift is once more wrapped tightly with paper and bows to be unveiled at some other occasion… it is the nature of such words that they be given with much flare… much ceremony as to unveil them… As any artist does the work they least like seems to be the work others enjoy the most… Such is the eye of the artist skewed to one side… The best of what you do in your mind is in all ways seen altered by the best in another’s eye… for the other’s eye is searching for one set of plays upon their life and you are searching for another set of plays upon your life… On rare occasions the sets of searches coincide… The rarity of such events in any one life are so small, so few that they are held in close memory… The picture does change endlessly reforming in an effortless wave of desire… At some place in time it will ebb before it once more takes up a flow that is deeper and more pronounced then the previous ones… at some point it will dip to once more rise… at some point it will calm to eventually rage as if taken by storm to new heights thought unreachable until one pushes past the edges of their own imagination… The picture does change constantly even as we view it day upon day from the same angle… from the same direction… with the same eye that shed light on this same corner of the world… it does change… ever so slowly at times and then in an instant it is altered as never before… The picture changes… only to remain the same once altered for a time… A work of art stands as a testimony to the persistence of the artist who created it… and that work changes over time… for time changes the artist… the image they created and the effects it has on those who experience the artist as a portrait in time…

Warm waves of change pass over… Interesting ideas play across the open mind to dance in the light of what we now know… The open door swings wide to let in the shine of the sun… The open window allows in the winds of change… The open heart the opportunity to change daily the lives of one other… Warm are the waves of change that we can swim once more in the ocean of possibilities… Diving in to grasp each day as we arise from our dreams to catch the best of those waves… to ride each to its end on the sure opportunities that are before us… A delight to smile… to laugh… to wonder… to ponder a future with change that is apparent…

One mini stirs the needs of others… One stirs the air to feels it… One stirs the mind to know its place… One stirs the soul to find its balance… One stirs the heart to know its dedication… One mini stirs to all that enter our surroundings… One is a stirrer or all things for as each touches one they touch us all… As one asks of another they ask of us… as one hides from another they hide from us all… One that avoids the rest avoids me… One that holds in their creativity steals the joy of their creation from my being…

If we stir the air and fill it with the fresh scent of curiosity… a drop of creativity… a dose of interest… a spoon filled with motivation… a drink of desire and a cup of passion we will set the stage for the creative mind to explore the many possibilities that the artist within wishes to bring forth… What lies we tell ourselves are the lies we wish to believe about ourselves… The lies about painting, drawing. Singing, music… writing… the lies about speaking before others… the lies about our abilities to change… we tell ourselves so many lies we are at times unsure of what is a lie and what is the reality… If we stop and mini stir in the taste of success… with compassion and kindness… we achieve more in a matter of seconds then we have in years…

Take hold the table spoon and dip it into the sugar of life… the salt of the earth… the spices that make your mouth water for the best that is within you the artist that sparkles and shines below the surface and take up your instrument and play the harp strings… so that your heart sings deeply with the passion of desire… once more the pastels will rain down color on the world and your hand will paint, it will draw and your mind will open to the wonders of life…

An ocean between us… a body of water to ride… a crest of one wave far out to sea the shore of another land so far away and yet in many ways familiar… the eastern shore settled by such a place so long ago… The western edge peering out across the water to know that another place existed… Flat as it once was in the minds of some it has always been a rather odd shaped place… to live or to exist is a question that many have pondered… the rise of the tide strips away the illusions that we are knot connected in some way… we feel the words… feel the winds… feel the effortless sounds of music touch our ears… an ocean separates us and miles of distance… worlds of ideas… and in the still we over stand… we gather in the still to smile… to laugh… to share a thought as dawn rises and the ocean waves… at each an hello…

The fruit of change… delight filled to watch as it ripens on the dream tree… I wonder at times if all this would have been possible? I suspect that in time all things are possible with the correct set of mind… I also suspect that much of what I desire is counter to the desires of others around me… I am ready to step off the block and float a bit in another time… Ready to travel in time to another place… ready to explore the alternative possibilities of the mind… I live in an altered states of mind… I dwell on the avenue of change… Maybe it is best to go as the wind calls me and to take all that I can from such journeys of the mind… It is the wonder of the fruits of change…

Long lost time shuffles in the eyes of a mum… The lost times of another era… a time gone bye and bye when we could remember the times we wished we could live over once more… Would we do a better job of it? Who knows if we would having made the best of what we could have at the time based on what we felt inside us… Some would change their lives in other ways… Some would manage to reach greater heights… most of us would alter one or two possibilities and that may make all the difference or none of the difference… They seem so young… as were we… they seem so full of ideas that are different… as were we… At some point the only way to keep them is to let them go and be who they are… and so we do the best we can do and enter the next stage… and become the grand to theirs… and they tell you that the Gods have no sense of humor…

Small steps lead to a larger place… small ways lead to a clearing of the mind… a simple path often turns to a winding road edged with life worth stopping for… A walk often leads to a run… as often as a run leads to a walk for the joy of the freshness it can bring… The eyes tell all of the soul that is hidden behind them… look into the eyes and you will see if they have the passion, the desire and the lust that you wish… look into the eyes to see the soul that is stirred by your beauty… by your passion and your desire… With each small step you bring each day closer and closer to the still that stops time and lest you hold the heart that awaits your smile…

The days of wine and roses have come and gone once more… missed are the ships that pass in the night having glanced upon the shores to be tossed once more on the open sea… Suspect the time was knot right and the day was not possible to deal with such as it was more then I expected it would be… I am taken back by my vision… by my shyness to another place and time… such is the way… I apologize…

The first impulse… the first sign… the first glimpse of what is… a signal to move… a motivation to stop and take note of the direction that life steers the raft that eye am on… Once the boat is rowed into place and hooked to the line we tug at the strings that attached one to another and some pull away and some remove themselves and some are captured in the delight of commonality and other rise to lead while other rise to follow the lead… Some are the ones that others con salt from and others are the doers of the magic that gets the things done that must be done… The boat moves… the oars move… the water moves sending ripples of change in all directions at once to fold back on themselves in endless tidal pools of possibilities… the first impulse was one of the best it was the first signal that there was a sign being posted in the future of what could be… Some strings are meant to stay attached and some are meant to fall away but all are meant to say some thing we need to hear…

Off ten times I have wandered away to find myself back in a some place I know well feeling changed in a way I am unsure of and this sense of uncertainty used to cause me worry until I realized that it was the change in me that altered my perspective of the same place I was… One can never go home after leaving home… one can never go back to the times before because they were before… once I left there was never a going back only a chance to visit what I once had before… I in joy the visits to these places and the wonder filled souls that have touched me along the way… Off ten times I wonder and then I find the time to stop wondering and do some thing about it…

The town crier cried… the jester jested… the mayor stood atop the pedestal and proclaimed as mayors tend to do… the laughter carried a wave of interest… the people all stood and stretched from sea to sea… Having laughed at all of the jokes one day I realized the jokes were on me… I was covered in them… having said that at last the words do spill and the mind does race and the quickness of my spirit responds to the delight of each day… Maybe I am an optimist… or an optimistic pessimist… or a dreamer of dreams that will some day appear… I listen to the words and I laugh deeply for they bring smiles to me and laughter to me… and they stir my mind to think different… What more is there from being the joke or hearing the joke or at laughing at the joke… for to laugh is to live and I am laughing a lot more so I must be living a lot more…

The time swirls about and the busy nest takes you off to do the plork that you do and while the hours of your day are extended in every possible direction I will take the time to smile with your… poke you in your sides and tickle you just a wee bit…

Once captured the heart remains within the confines that captured it… Once taken it is impossible to retrieve what was given away freely and openly… and while I do sew I also know the meaning of an open heart…

Once a long time ago or what seems to me to be along time ago one heart changed mine by being open to the possibility… by being honest enough to shake me from my rigid sense… It is knot the cost of the thing it is the value it brings to your life… What price is there for saving a life? Priceless is the answer for each life has endless possibilities… endless alternatives to gather to it all that it can and all the while stirring the mixtures of delight in each soul they meet… When we stop meeting… we stop growing… when we stop stepping out of ourselves to explore the limits of what we believe in then we stop expanding our world of knowledge…

My heart is often captured by kindred souls and I will admit that I in joy the wonder of such journeys for them expand my mind so wonderfully… Yet I sense that it is these ties that bind me to them for another reason… a reason that we find together… and once found we begin to explore a shared magic…

In the distant afternoon the world spins in another direction… In the after noon time day the world is a much larger place… Here hear with me the drums of morning play… the sweet chirp of the birds… the rustle of the leaves left from the fall… a sweetness to the air that refreshes the soul… In the distance the drums beat as the sunrises… and the moon falls out of sight… the veil of morning lifted the day begins…

The stage is set and the world plays out the production… He said she said sings a song for all the world to see and while I am all for hearing I am knot so much for the seeing while lately the plays that are in should be painted a more vibrant color… I could use your pastels to wash the scenes that play out… butt that is knot reality… that is knot life as we know it this day… I hope that in some ways the wonders of life will return to I have a pile of laundry to do or the dog just shit on the rug…

Distractions filled the void… I still haven’t found what I am looking for and I am enjoying the exploration that goes along with finding it… I took the opportunity today to write some thing for most of the ones who reside with me in some way… Some I sent out others I kept within the confines of my wandering mind… Having thought of them brings them closer… Magic works that way… It plays upon the open fields of my imagination… Once more the fig mint of my imagination flavors the words I write… Some times I do wonder… some times I do be gin to think that maybe the words are more then I let on… Some times I am just expanding the realm of my own and then there are times when I am expanding the realm of others who read what I place here… One day I may meet one or two or more and in that moment time will stand in the still nest and bring about changes in my mind for my projection of who they are is based on what I have been able to read… into the words they place… between the lines the answer spins in the magic they use to create the poetry of their lives… Some day I will step up to the meeting place and play out a journey of exploration to the ends of my imagination…

Silently the words trickle in and out… They walk along the edges of our dreams to slip inside the barriers we place before them… They are words of our destiny and they move slow and easy inside us… They are the words of our fate… they are the words that form us into the people we are… Make noise in the silence of your heart… the screams of delight awaken us to play… the shriek of laughter storms the barricades and takes down the doorways that are placed before it… We will ride out in the silence of the dawn to find our way and make what noise we can in the comforts of our own…

Awash in the dream I sat upon a water’s edge and began to dream of the pools of child hoods past… I wander into the pool and sat down beneath the warm waters as they fell from the rocks above drenched to the skin I began to peel away the layers of things that clung to me from those child hoods before… the warmth of the water pulled me in and under I went to let the water cleanse my skin… and all the while knowing that each drop removed a bit of some thing else from inside me as well as the dirt I could see… I sat beneath the flowing waters for times unknown to me for all time seemed to stand in the still nest… all the while the water surrounded me lifting me up and pulling me down the ebb and flow of life times of past years forgotten in an instant and some times I tell yourself accept what there is to learn and go on with life knowing you will make adjustments for what needs to be done now… As I sat there clouded in the mist of waters flowing I tell yourself to rejoice… Rejoice for the changes that have washed over you while you sat upon this stone and let go of what it was that once troubled your mind know more for what was it any way know matter never mind put it behind you now and look to the future that is a little bit brighter… a little more wonder filled and what of what was that any way? Never mind I got the tools… the lessons… the strength and now I have the way to get there from here… A clean slate… a washed you are in the passion, in the desire and in the daze that is before you… a wonder filled daze of going to places you can only imagine possible and then finding yourself there to smile, to laugh and to dream of further places to see… hear and feel…

All that we are stays with us… we can knot loose what we are… we can search for it and we will find it inside us… the experience of the journey opening up our minds to its existence once more… Difficult are tasks we view in the complete… the long road… a complex journey… yet each is taken by small steps… built upon each day… The structure of a life is played out much the same way… a small step each day… What may seem like a trivial movement over time becomes the alteration of your way… Difficult in your mind to do these things… while the reality is a simple one… One step is all it takes to move the path one step to the right… and then tomorrow one step… and soon you are on a new path… in a new way… You have all that you are within you and are unaware of the strength the courage the compassion, the desire, the passion and the love you have… If it takes a search to find these things then by all means go in search of them for they will bring to your eyes what I already sense…

In the eyes or ears of another there are places we all seem to want to wander… when we go there with them we must leave behind a sense of ourselves and take with us only what we need to breathe… In that way we are with them as an entity of them… In their eyes we are missing physically… the spirit wills us to be a part of the picture while the spirit carries us to the realm where pictures are not necessary… The cost of such things is what we are willing to pay for years of service to them… or for them… Our minds work for us or do they? Our ways are the ways of interest… having cast off the dreams and set sail to find them once more…

A soft step and the whispers of time vanish in the thin nest of the air untangled are the webs that weave the magic and still is the wind that brings upon it wings of change or the storms of turbulence that awaits the bearer of the magic that sings to my ears hear a song rising… gentle the soft steps approach from the corner of my eye I spy them easily aware of my presence they dodge the light of day comforted in the shadows of the edge of dreams they whisper words that flow and gather strength as they enter my ears piercing my conscious mind a spring of words flows backward up the hill and into the water that falls up is a cavern where dreams come to the light of reality and it is there she awaits the hand of fate… the cold steel of destiny and the arms that take her breath away… Stolen my words she has softly stepping on each as a means to escape the place and to ride on the crest of a rolling wave as it crashes to the shore lined with possibilities she grasps hold of the best of those she dreams about and takes them to her fastening them to her self sew that her sails shall forever find wind to move her on the crest of the wind blown change she rides… jostled by the turbulence she smiles a knowing smile of conquest… A knowing smile of passion for knowing even more… the to and the foe scatter before her ship of dreams for what she needs she reaps… she sows… she dances… and delights in the music of her heart strings…

Let the words you write be the words you feel inside you… the gates hold back such thoughts as you wish to speak, that you wish to express in some way the positive will find its way onto the path you wander… Your way is the path you are on and some times the effort to walk it is difficult and some times the effort is easy… at all times we can slip inside and do more damage then if we keep outside for a bit longer as we read and begin to notice the words rise up from the page and float about the room… hear as you listen to the sound of my voice the echoes of this spring day begin to bloom about you… The effort it takes to feel one way is more then the effort it takes to feel other wise sew the seams together and begin a smile… a small curve of the lips upwards… and the process explodes… go to the mirror and see what I donut see… and then see what I see behind the mask… behind the façade that hides the words you will knot write… the colors you will knot use… the songs you will knot sing and simple say shut the fuck up to all those voices inside your head… and fuck it to the rest of the world and to any one including yourself that wishes to stop you from smiling just once… Now this takes practice… didn’t it?

I paint a picture and color it with ease… I write as I do so… setting the stage I walk upon as the center… I stop before one and imagine and I begin to sense what is there behind the barriers that we all find time to construct… A way of protecting ourselves from ourselves and from others who would take the time to strip away the protection to have a way with us… While I dream I see things that are to my eyes normal and interesting while in the real world I am probably considered distant… It is a way of looking at life… a few steps back and one step forward… a jog before a run… I take the pallet and begin to use the colors I am given while exploring the endless combinations I have come upon a dream really of listening to what others say… of hearing the sounds inside their minds and of pulling them free to in joy the wonders that are sprinkled down upon us each day we can choose to sit among the dead or play among the living… Sounds like and easy choice… for some it is and for others it is easy to sit…

I have walked in the colors and been rained on in dullness… I have walked in a down pour of rainbows and been drenched to the skin with tears of joy that flowed from the sky as I wandered with another soul feeling the pleasure of just being with them… of just holding their hand… what joy is there is that simple act… what feelings can one place in that simplest of kindness? In time I learned that the simple joys are the longest lasting… the most passionate… the most desirable… A kiss between lovers has passion that lasts a minute… or an hour… I want those to last life times… to have so much magic they take you to them in an instant… A kiss between souls lasts forever… Kiss another soul as deeply and you will be rewarded with an eternity of wonder…

The creative me jumps and flows as if pulled by the ocean… The rise of the tides pulls the river’s water to it… The pull of the movement brings it to its resting place… The creative me is much like the tides… the running river… the pull the push the desire, the passion, the wonder that reaches out from across the world to strike in the most unusual of places… to send a spark… or a shake… As I do so I expect of you… My desire is that you do what is in your heart and let the chips fly and fall where they may… The best of you is yet to be realized…

With passion we set fires to our soul… with passion we glow… with passion we shimmer in the delight of what is before us… with passion we are set free… with passion our days are filled with wonder and a sense of being that drives us to pleasure and ecstasy… from the simplest of tasks to the most complicated rituals… with passion we light the way before us… it is a present… a gift of emotions that drives us forward… with passion there is art… there is music… there are words that inspire… with passion we the best we can be…

The solitary confines opened I step once more out of the doors… onto the plain of my dreams to once more walk where I have run… to run where I have walked to hike deeply and to traverse slowly… I will wander and knot ask to much of any other soul as I go along the watch towers… the battle mints… the walls that shield me out… A deep sigh escapes me as I step forth… relieved of what was behind me I turn to what is before me and move purposefully in a new direction… This place is a place for small answers… The solitary confines having opened… I can once more walk among the others inmates… of this wondrous world…

Many ways appear to take us to the other side… there are as many roads as there are people to take them… each has a slight difference… a slightly different trek… some will climb high and some will descend to the depths… some will leap with faith and others with calculated caution… some will spread their wings and fly and some will fall prey to the perils that flight poses… Many ways are lined with choice after choice and some are restricted in their views of what is proper and just by those who know of such things… Many ways are challenges and some are pleasure rides… Some say we get to choose our way so that we donut get to complain about it in the after lives we will all enjoy… Some say that it is our destiny and the Gods have this all planned out for us… Some how the former seems more logical then the latter… We get to have what we ask for… what we wish for… what we desire to have with passion and fire… that burns within us… we can no sooner run away from who we are as to run away from the course we have set our lives on… butt we can change the course… we can alter the path we choose to take… we can do something magical each day and there by delight those around us with our joy, our laughter and our smiles… Many ways appear before us… I some how find the one less traveled… the one that takes me time to traverse the country side… the one that illuminates the flowers for me to smell… the one that sparkles with passion for the creative process… the one that sets neither limits or rules upon me… Many ways appear and we need only pick and choose and keep on picking and choosing to we find the best of the ones to ride…

The mind tips on toes… slips on the wet nest… cascades down the water fall… a free ride… an expense much desired a planned chance… an unplanned meeting of the minds in some far off place… a sort of half way house for the exceptional… a place to sit among the astral travelers for a moment in time with time standing still… a still nest of opportunity where all things are as they are… tired of being a solitary figure in the world… a lone her… a dancer to a different drum… a player of diverse music… a child of the other side… Tired of being beat up… tired of being confused by the winds of change… tired of hesitating… tired of waiting for the game to begin and then realizing it is already over before you get to play… tired of the dawn… the light of the sun… tired of the cold rains that fall in the heat of the summer… Tired of the waves of change… tired… just plain tired… confused… an alone… The mind tips on the toes of the sight… plays with the nose of what we hear… adds words to the voice of our emotions… we spill the beans so we can step on them as we walk across the room to change the picture framed in our minds… We dip into the water basket hoping to quench our thirst… we dip our hands into the cool spring and find it soothes us easily… a magic water this is… water that tastes so sweet… water from where does it run… freely into this pitcher I pour it and it never seems to have an end… this water refills the pitcher… glow it does with slivers of silver, gold bits and pieces of some thing that warms you inside and out and you take it to the bath… the shower… the wading pool to sit in and it washes over you… you sip a glass and it fills you… The mind tips on the toes till the top of your pointed ears you begin to glow with a delight that shimmers in hue… a golden hue emerges from inside… a silver line edges all your thoughts… a smile edges closer and your lips path with a deep sigh that echoes across time… a hand reaches out in your mind and it tips the toes to curl and grab hold of the earth sending pulses of light inside you blue light to make your spine tingle… white light to make your feet tickle… pink light to dance to… violet light to sing to… a rainbow of colored light to rejoice in picking an choosing delights as they appear before your eyes… fill the void with wonder… bridge the gap with the waters of love that flow beneath your feet… feel the sensation of desire, passion and love fill every pore, every molecule of your being until they burst forth… burst forth with a fountain of passion… ahhhhhhhh… let the sigh ring out… Time over time… a hand upon your heart takes your breath away and a kiss so gentle so care free breathes life back inside you… One breath taken and one given… One begins the process… One never stops feeling better now… for the top is the place we stand… the top of the trees… the edge of the cliff… the very pinnacle of life’s experience so that the ride is exciting… the ride is wondrous… inviting and play filled… He tweaks her nose… and kisses her upon each cheek… holding her to the delight he wishes her to smile the smile of wonder… the smile of pleasures felt from the tips of your toes to the tops of your little pointed ears… the mind tips on the toes…

Each turn takes us to some place else… each choice along the way adds a bit of wonder to the process of learning some thing new… Frustration is a sign to do some thing different… as is stress… Confusion is a signal that you are not noticing some thing… that you are about to learn something magical… The one who talks in words that see misses those that hear and feel… The one who feels so much avoids those who see and hear and the one who senses the words as sounds misses the pictures they create and the passion that rests in the words… yet the one who weaves a fabric of desire with the tone of each word so that the images they create are filled with the vision of their desire so that each person hears the words as they are spoken and takes each to heart weaves a fabric that is strong that each can wrap about themselves and hear the whoosh of the words as they whisper past and they can see the blanket as it is being made just for them…

A shadow is cast upon the ground… she sees it just long enough to know she is being followed… Just long enough to catch a glimpse of the night beginning to take over… Just enough to expose the darkness as it approaches… Just enough of the shadow catches her eye and she ponders what this night will bring to her… She has seen many nights before… and struggled with them… for they have brought darkness… This night has been lingering to her one side… this night seems different… a long night it will be… but she does not despair for some how in her heart she knows that the words she whispers will keep the darkness away from the light that burns within her… Yet she feels this night wrapping itself about her… The emptiness of other nights is knot there within the arms of this night… she hears words on the wind… a massage to her shoulders… her hair blows free in the light of the moon that has risen to walk with her by the fire’s light… and she feels at once comforted in the darkness that warms her… the hands of the knight find there way to hers and she smiles and once more the desire, the passion and the love she feels walks forth to be shared… with the knight of her dreams…

She whispers… for she knows the power of it… she waits for the words to strike and to be taken note of… She is patient… she is careful to be aware of the reaction she gets… she is aware of the moment, of the words she has sent off to the four corners… she is aware of the wonder… the passion that plays out with one whisper… she knows the joy of silent communication… she knows the desire that builds, the passion that burns and the love that is stirred with each word caressing the spine tickling their imagination… She knows and she whispers even more…

We choose to wait for a response before we speak… we choose to ponder the words another sends… we choose to watch the world… we choose to take a seat in the play… to play in the seat… we choose to be a passive participant… we choose to be an active wanderer… a creative spirit… a captive heart… We choose to be the petals of the wheel… the petals of a flower… or the branches of a tree… we choose to walk the path that we see before us… in the end it is our choice… I tend to grasp hold and shake a bit to see what wonder filled things fall from the tree…

I wander… I do… I really do wander a bit… I start out thinking one thing and soon enough I am thinking about some thing else all together the edges are trimmed so that I can rest over them… I started out in one way and now I am on this way here wondering as I wander were the others wait? Where is the place we agreed to meet? Oh well just as good for at some time we will meet up on the edge of this pair of dice and roll the magic once more as our lives enter twine shall meet and roll forth a new ball of string that holds us together in its grasp for we have chosen to be a part of the process that strikes a chord… that strikes a note… that adds our sound to the symphony of life… I wonder some times… I wander… I do…

The dawn rose earlier then I am used to… She woke me up with a start… She passed on the light to my hands so that I am in the delight for the rest of the day… I wonder what she has planned for me? The time is tickling and it is time to get started in this occupational therapy… it is a day for plork… a day for playing a day for some cleaning out of the old bins… and for opening up some of the new ones that just happened to find their way into my way…

Over time the table is set… Over time the set is tabled… over time the minutes pass and the hours combined to form daze… Over time the details are discussed… the fragments of time are lost… Over time the little pieces mean the most… while the large blocks seem to do the very least… Over time we are taken to the edge of our beliefs and cast off to find new ones… over time we are pushed, pulled and then held close as we adjust to the changes we decide upon… Over time we get to choose…

Strength… as you know is not a physical attribute… rather a mental one… The end is the same for all of us… as was the beginning… it is the starts and the conclusions of each day that define the chapters of our lives… We never stop learning some thing new… we never cease to amaze ourselves with what we already know…

In a spiritual sense one can view what happens as a test of what they have taken on spiritually… I disagree religiously… what happens on this earth is of man… There was a time when the Gods… choose to participate in an active way… Now it is more passive… they are here hear with us as they always were… The words are the same… the deep reflection of each is the same… the purpose of the words are the same… as is the distrust of each… the hatred of one another… the dislike for one another and the constant bickering over which is the one true path to the end… All seems a bit ridiculous to me… especially when some one knocks on my door at 8:00 am on a Saturday morning to ask if I have accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savor… or as some have done choose me as their personal trail and keep returning for visits over and over again… They were a nice Mormon couple… and I am open to all kinds of religions and ideals… respect mine so that I can respect yours… wanted me to come and talk to their friends… Now can you imagine me in front of an audience of Mormons? Or any one type of religious group? I wish for those that have it a wonder filled experience… and for those who are searching I wish a wondrous journey to find the way that they feel safest and most loving in… for me the path is diverse and logical for I accept the beliefs of them all and use them to enrich my life… One will always find strength in what they believe… they will find it in prayer… in holding onto an image of life after their journey… what ever it is the strength comes from the inside… the core of who they are… and that is the combination of all the elements of life… physical… emotional and spiritual… Hold on to those things that define who you are and you can survive the worst… miss one of those elements and you will slip into despair… The spiritual is the strongest part for it carries the other two at times… what life places before us are not challenges to show our strength they are of the path we have chosen to prove we are worthy of what we know… So in a way I agree… and I disagree… for we never cease to amaze ourselves and some how we believe we must be put to a trail that places us on some edge of danger to achieve it… When I believe we can do that just as wonder fully by placing interesting challenges before us…

A love of words… a passion for the mail that reaches out across the rising tides… a level of wonder achieved and while the storm rages one grasps hold of the debris and clings to it as the waters rise and fall in ever increasing torrents you are taken to wondering if what you spoke annoyed or troubled me… Surprised is a better word for it did take me off guard but I am knot free of such things… I take each letter or note I get as a gift from the writer… it is a little peace of themselves that they share with me and I find it interesting and take it with a great deal of understanding… yet I donut always understand what is behind the words… that are sent to me by IM or by letter… I love the art… the expression of ones soul and I would encourage you to continue to express what stirs inside your heart… Whether I am the best person to express that to well I am knot so sure… It has been my experience that I am knot the best of persons yet I am one that people turn to… must be some thing I donut sea… I am knot much of a talker on the computer… I prefer to write letters… I do talk on occasion… I do extend out… for me personally I like to write and think out what I am writing about… I know it doesn’t always seem that way… lol… butt for the most part I do… I think while I was talking to you four or five other people wanted to interrupt… when I am talking to one I usually stay with the one… find the alternatives a little strange… have experimented with it a number of times… talking to this one about this and that one about that and all of a sudden I begin to loose track and God knows that is knot a good thing when talking to woman… Just make the Miss take once of using another name and you have the reaction… I love the words… I love to share the words as you can tell… and I love to read the words of others that they send forth or feel they should share… In that respect I hope you continue to read… to write… to find a way to express what is in your heart… You donut need to remove me from your IM… that however is your choice and there was no need to apologize we are all adults… well some of us are anyway… lol…

Many ways intertwine across ones future… Many avenues rise up and then fall away as we choose to experiment with one others reveal themselves to us… alternatives abound when we have tunneled our way to the one solution we are faced once more with choices… choices… choices to make from what to wear this day to what to buy for our hair, our minds, our play time that pops into our minds is the breaking of the fast this day lingers in its opening for the door is half closed at all times and I struggle to find the words… to open the door completely for when I do the mind runs wild with all the alternatives I never saw or believed to be possible that are now knot only possible but believable… Silly nests tickle me and I laugh with all of who I am at my own strange ideas… what price is there for doing what I love that opens my mind to the flexibility to find alternative answers to questions that others see as one or the other… I pay that price each day… with my joy… my laughter… my wonder at the beauty of life… I will continue to see what they donut… and to play where they only imagine… Where they see one or two… others can see endless… I choose to see endless ways…

The passage of time slips by… the day rolls towards the night we all imagine is before us… we await the veil of light to dark and dark to light… to wait in the shadows and surprise the other one as they sleep with music to their ears… and play filled laughter to fill their hearts… Imagine if you will a long line of singers dancing to their tunes in ones sleep wandering about in another time I walk upon a ledge to sit and listen to hear the chanting of rhythmic words fill the valley that I sit over and staring down one voice confronts me for it sings back thoughts of my own and I wonder if it is me that sings from afar or if it is another who has slipped inside me to pierce my mind with their voice and I am confused… into a new knowledge… of being swept away on the crest of a wave of magic that takes me to places I have always been and never dreamed any one else except a few would follow… So you are one of the few who wishes to follow this wandering way… this path of shadows and edges and cliffs that fall away… taken to leaping with faith onto the other side I am… I was wondering who caught me the last time… who extended an arm to hold me… was that singing really or just a recital of the words that were swimming in my mind over and over… I hug the thought close to me and catch a bit of you whisper past and my breathe escapes me… ahhh… and I fall once more to be cradled by words from another’s pen… from another mind… once more to be held in the grasp of some ones expression and maybe even part of the art that is them… Once more I enjoy the pleasure of words shared and played with… The power of shared expression for it brings persons of diversity closer with each day… makes you wonder doesn’t it?

The effects of wonder spill out each morning… the effects of believing you are special illuminates even the darkest of circumstances… The effects of wishing and dreaming come into reality with each passing morning… The veil of shadows lifts with each smile… with each laugh… with each tickle of ones heart strings the day is wrapped about you creating a present that is effortless to hold, that is endless to wander inside of… Take my hand and walk with me inside your mind to see, hear and feel the wonder of what the future holds for you… The shadows lifted… the dreams walk into reality… you are a wonder in my eyes and in the eyes of others… there is magic in you that I have seen that stirs with the sound of my voice and inside me stirs the very core of my being… It is a small reaction to one that is so beautiful, caring and loving… Such is the power of my belief in you… in your wonder… in your passion for life… grasp hold of this day and if by chance a dark nest should interfere with you read this aloud and send it into the dark and it will burn bright so that you will pass… on to the other side illuminated by the passion, the desire and the love you have shared with me… forever will I light your way… for the candles burn the brightest for those who lit them with their magic…

The odd mind is open to diverse possibilities that the other then odd mind would ignore… Odd minds go in all directions… Odd minds wander to the edge of the cliff of possibilities… dangle off or take a leap of faith to land safely on the far side of the abyss that others will see as an impossible cavern to cross… The bottomless pit is a butt to skirt…

Mail I have to ponder the quest for more… Mail I have to answer… to wonder about… Maybe it is time to open the doorway once more and allow the passage of time to have weaved its porpoise… Maybe it is time I grew up a wee bit and stopped being so sensitive to the effects of others words when they are not to the benefit of what is and what is knot… All the world is not charity some is insanity… Mail I answer and write sending off a verse or two to this one or that… I some times wonder how my words have played out across some ones heart strings… for I write to the heart of the matter… In the end I hear very little and then I hear a lot… a strange roller coaster ride of short hellos followed bye a large ahhhh as they land once more on the physical plane to rekindle the flames… I am used to the course my life takes… I have taken on the path finders place and I seek out the colors… the places and when I find them I push a bit… I prod a bit… I plant a seed or two and then I am pushed a long… Most allow the seeds to grow… some toss them away… others plow under the fruits of their own labors to avoid a new way for they are comforted by the patterns of their life time… they like the same nests that they wander in each and every day… Creative as they are they are the same… and while I like some things the same I want to learn from what catches my eye and that is diversity and difference…

Dance, sing, play the tunes that make your heart jump higher and playfully as the notes take you higher and higher still the air becomes when we allow the winds of change to fade… quiet is the dawn before the storm… change should arrive in silent waves as in the changing of the tides… for most it arrives as a violent storm crashing against the walls of their fortress…

A single wish has worked its magic while each person sleeps the seeds are planted… the fertile ground is cultivated… cared for and prepared so that in time the dream trees grow to bear the best of fruits… the best of dreams that are possible… the best opportunities that we can pick and choose from…

Much of what we know we learn from knot knowing and being interested in knowing more about what interests us or challenges us as with all things that are before times where we come in contact with a idea… a now when we are immersed in its wonder and a time yet to be when we will know some of what there is know about it and forever will it amaze us that we are in the process of all three stages about most of what we think we know for knowledge is a living breathing entity that just when we figure we have got it something wonderful happens to open a new doorway in front of our eyes delighting us in the possibilities that stretch endlessly before our minds for while maybe we are blind to them we sense them there within our reach and when the eyes open we will see before us what was there all along the edges of our dreams we find ways to leap with faith from one side of the void to the other for we fear the darkness that is there until one day we fall into it missing the other side and we find that inside the void is darkness and dim light reflected on ideas, thoughts… other possibilities that we haven’t as yet considered… Most of what we know we learned from knot knowing… Curious is the world of knowledge for it is endless with new opportunities…

Poetry is flexibility of the mind… Poetry allows the mind to go places that other forms of writing donut… So goes the mind of the writer… Poetry is motion… poetry is the earth in all its wonder sparkling… Poetry is the grace at witch one walks… poetry is the running water… an approaching storm… poetry is nature revealed…

The door is open… I opened it… I will let it stay that way for a time… A natural sense for me now with you… there is no hidden places or possibilities I will leave unexplored or limited to your mind… There is freedom of movement while the door is open… Often it is closed to most… closed to some possibilities for there is safety in keeping it closed… there is a secure feeling when it is closed… Today I wish to be open… I wish to be adventurous… I wish to be even more flexible then I have become… I wish to let my mind wander further into places it has not gone for some time to poke and prod in the depths of my own making… I wish to walk on the other side for a time illuminating the places I have been and stirring up the old ways inside me so that the lessons I have learned are still fresh and crisp in my mind for use…

I am hearing the sounds of silence… the sounds of nature playing with the dawn of this new day… There is mail… there is a feeling of deep passion in my words… a sense of wonder in my mind… a desire to be held close and a desire to hold close the changing of time so that each day a delicious memory is created… My words seethe with wonder… they boil with anticipation… they are flowing as if on a journey from me to you to spark a flame or to add fuel to a fire that was set a long time ago… a fire that has burned inside the magic we both share since the dawn of our time… Maybe it is just me being passionate or me being the conduit… The still nest speaks volumes to me in the thin veil of dawn…

Times roll off the finger tips as memories… thick they are as we grow… for we create the magic with our times… we create from this day a file filled with actions and thoughts that plant the seeds inside our minds to create a fixed memory… Time rolls with us… a sliver of delight in the midst of our day… a counter to the passing of now to before and to the approaching soon…

Trials… the road blocks that appear when we least expect them to… they are the stones placed before us so that we prove to ourselves that we have what we are searching for… What we learn more often then knot is that we had the strength… the sense of humor… the ability to over step these trails at the start… Yet it takes the journey to show them inside us… Tribulations… another word for adventures… journeys escapades we get to go on to find the wonder that resides within us… Poetry is the vehicle to traverse the plane but it is our wings that allow us to go there…