One day being a seamless addition to the next… one page anticipates the next… one line asks for the next and on and on and on… Care free the days are in summer’s warmth they glow… a good day to sit under the stars and watch… to let the wonder of nature in its best float on bye… I stopped along the way… to sit among the trees… I stood a top the hill and was taken in by the breeze… shown a place a ways from here to wander off to… to be near… or as far away as near can be… in silence the watch is taken… there butt unseen… there but invisible to the eye… there elusive to the senses… a sentry at guard…

Us and them… a confused state of wonder or illusion about who we are actually… a perception drawn from the doors of experience or from the mouths of those we have listened to carefully crafted into a reasoning umbrella to hide under… Easier to define in a singular box then to step outside that box and see for oneself… The reason we are the way we are is that we were born… we had parents, they sent us to school… they shared their politics and their religion… each a layer that defines us as moving towards or away… a rebel or a chip off the old block… are we the same or are we different… A selfish state exists between us the people like us… the ones who are similar to us and the them those that are different then us… You know those other people who ever they may be… A diversity block… a limiting factor… a wall that stops us from bearing witness to other ways… A self imposed limitation on learning… on life… a cultural shrinking… knot a melting but a separating of ideas into categories… into their ideas and our ideas… A selfish tunnel vision… a step into the void… Pre-judged I wander as simple a person… the artist missed… the writer dismissed… the musician over looked… the poet forgotten… Until the time arrives when eyes open… and once thought impossible stands before your eyes… as opportunities bloom to listen to the full range of wonders available to you… a sprinkle of imagination opens the door and allows you to step past the limitations…

The music has knot stopped… the words have knot stopped… the wind has knot stopped nor has the sun stopped shining… Change occurred and the world has knot imploded… Amazing… Each day is born unto us as a gift… a delight that we get to share… and if we are care filled and focused we get to share it often use fully… a spiral of words knot often useless…

Life is the metaphor for learning… Life is the lesson we learn and the lesson we teach as we go… Life teaches us as we teach others… Life is a task master and a gentle soul… Life is a passion for living and a desire to get off the roller coaster… Life is passion being played out before our eyes with us as participants and as audience to others participation… We learn and we teach… we listen and we speak… we create the music and we play it… we love and we are loved for who we are… the reality beneath the false hoods we some times wear… Electric are the words… the sounds of silence playing across the morning air… the stirring of the waters… the ripples of ideas fluttering across to be absorbed in the wash… a single idea… multiplying… over and over…

I am alone once more… in the solitude of time… It has been some time since and while I know that this is the way for me it is always difficult to accept the silence at first… then it becomes the comfort zone once more… The dream has once more faded into a mere illusion that I can know longer imagine as a possibility… The threads slip away… being that I was the only one holding them they disappear easily… for once my magic lets go they were knot really there at all just the figment of an idea to cling to… It was a dream based knot on reality but on a desire… a passion that existed in me… While there is laughter there is always a chance to laugh along with what others see… with what others find humorous… The shelter from this storm exists in the open… an obvious hiding place will be found out while hiding in plain sight brings the most protection… I know more then I let on about… while at other times I know so little it is embarrassing… What I have accumulated I return to the folds of those who lent them to me… What I have I give freely for to hold on to anything lessens its value… There is nothing I have not given nor nothing I have knot taken… and in that light I step into the void created by the silence… I am comfortable in the folds of this light for it shines within me into other places for as we close one door we open another… as we step from we step towards… as we paint we color… as we write we leave a trail for others to blaze… the force of our magic rises and it falls… what was once hidden is now open to be viewed by those who possess some form of what makes life interesting… A soul tends to its happiness and then moves on to create more… silent is the hand that writes once more… I am alone and in my own way… I am alone and in need of time… I am alone and wishing for a change… I am alone… and wishing… to be… Weary as the sun beats down… humid the air hangs heavy… to breathe is a challenge… to walk is a task… we sleep in the midst of a dream world… cast off to the four corners to rest in the arms of fate once more… I am alone… once more the wish follows the wish her and grants the dream to come alive… Once more the illusion fades into a reality ill conceived… the forest wished for is filled with trees… the trees wished for yields a forest… either way brings about an illusion turned real…

It would appear that for a time I am at a loss for other accounts then this one… It is my fate… lol… Once more we are asked to step back into the rolls we once had and are forever good at and once more destiny rides along with fate to show the way… It appears as an illusion in the far off and came to be as a reality you can now live in… A smile crosses ones lips and a laugh churns in ones chest… a rise or a fall… a pleasant smile runs far and wide… wrapped in all the comforts of home… is home once more… home to place a hearth in… to sit in… to find comfort in the four walls and peace one finds there… A wish is just a wish… and a dream is just a dream until we step forth from the wishing to create it in the reality of our lives… a pattern to follow to rise up out of the place we are to reach the place we wish to be now possible… now a reality… now anything seems possible… wasn’t it always?