Places or times defy definition while we live them… they are where we are and what we see… The edge of our dreams or the center of our madness is a place where our mind rests uneasy or easy in the definition we place upon it… The light that guides us is an internal device that we turn on or off or let burn… The place we are is magical if we allow it to be… even the most devious of darkness has a message for us… The place you describe contains lessons about life… about people who wish to be different yet challenge those that are different from them… authority figures who while watching over a large group tend to miss the wonders of the individual… They are times of great lessons in life and some times they do bear down and seem endless until they are past… and we move on to the next age of our time… when we wish for some thing we usually get some element of that wish… and while time or places defy a singular definition they are places we have traveled and journeys we have taken to become the people we are… We can take that trek with joy or we can take it with sadness… it is a choice that we make…

Love surrounds you and wraps hue in endless waves that are impossible to separate yourself from… Even if we dared to we would still be surrounded by the effects of an endless devotion… There is wisdom in each spoken word or ones written about the emotion but love is more then emotion or sensation of the physical being… Love writes the words across the sky and when the wind blows them away love rewrites them once more… love is an endless fountain of desire that never empties… it is an ocean of passion that rises and falls… it is the air that we breath in that fills our lungs and enriches our minds… Love surrounds you with all that you are, see, hear and sense… there is an endless supply of love for it is a gift that keeps on giving… once offered it remains in tack in that memory… in that dream we share… in that lesson we both experienced… love has no borders or walls that with stand it… it can be felt from across oceans from people you have never met in this life time… it is an emotion and a passion that never ceases to amaze…

The dawn of a new day arrives… once more we stand on the edge of time and look out to the future potential in mind… a thought wanders inside our head as to the wonder… a smile… a jolt of laughter… a funny sense of humor to tickle at our sides… easy is the dream when we could sit and dream it while now the dream as it becomes real challenges us to in joy every aspect of what that dream is… Such is the way of difference between them… a dream centers around the one thought while reality encounters all the dreams of others who thought a similar thought… each adding an element of wonder to the reality so that when it take shape it has peaces inside it that intrigue and slices of wonder that wrap gifts asking to be opened… open them with the eyes of a child and keep them as the gifts they are for they enrich your life endlessly…

What is the lure that brings the tide to sandy beaches? What is the tranquil spot we seek out in the heat of endless summer’s or cold of winter? What is the extreme that taunts us and then disappears? What are the branches we climb or hills we scale? What are these steps we take for granted they are by spirits similar to us… A sense of purpose resides in each quest… A sense of who we are is shadowed in the depths… As we sit in the stillness or walk among the chaos of life we become part of what surrounds us… Often we miss the truth as it stares us in the face… we are left with what we bring with us… the dream of tomorrow central to our hope… the dream of endless nights… of early morning sunrises and late afternoon sunsets… of celebrations of sadness and of laughter that echoes in the halls of time… the lure is the desire to rest peacefully aware for a time… the tranquil spot is that place where we are at peace with the world around us… the extreme is the edge we allow our imagination to carry us to… the branches are our ways of achieving these goals… the hills are the obstacles we must face the steps are the days we live in wonder of it all… our purpose is within…

Space moves us to cover ground as we sit… The movement of earth in space changes the perspective so as we grow in knowing we are faced with choices… Some fulfill our destiny and some take us away from our calling… each is a choice we take and accept as part of the journey… We speak in silence… having forged a prison from our experiences… one that traps us in routines or confines us with rituals that bare know fruit nor joy… Yet we continue for it is the way it has always been done until we know longer can… faced with a choice we choose and begin once more to struggle with the opportunities that life presents to us… We are the present of now that strides among the clouds… we are the soldiers of the fortunes of others that are laid to rest in stone written one letter at a time… one dream piled upon another… a wish to dream carries us… a wish to be wrapped in endless waves absorbs us… we are the keepers of the flame for the next generation… our parents, parents… our children’s parents… the parents of the land, the earth, the sea, the sky… fire, water… earth and air… we are the care takers of each… the promise of each is within us… A burden to bare our souls to… Still this is our time and place and what better time to live then in the here and now… Left to our own devices we would sit and choose the path of most joy… haven’t we already made that our choice…

The music stirs the mind to joy… an ode… a pleasure… a listening in the silence of the night… a single chirp rings out… a desire filtered in… they are the passion of our minds… the singular sensation that trips our minds fantastic… Simple minds wash clean the dreams as they happen one upon the other… the complicated mind looks deeper into the joy and sings the ode… for it brings more then peace to the mind it comforts the soul of the dreamer… Sing low… sing high… sing out in endless choruses in an ever increasing waves of wonder… Dance as we sing… and let the music carry the wave…

The play of words warms one to the play of hands or feet… to walk is to speak in tongues… as is the way of sight across a room crowded yet open and clear to eyes that wish to find, to hear, to hold… One can see across the open or behind walls that are placed before them… What we hear is spoken some times only in the silence of the other’s heart… There is kindness in knot allowing a shy person to sit alone… there is strength in over coming ones own desire to walk away in the face of what they are uncomfortable with… There is a spirit of adventure in going places and in doing for oneself what you had previously done with others or had done for you by others… We as people need to know what we are good at and what we need to be good at sew that we can bring them together as pieces to the tapestry of our life time… Life for the longest time appeared as a straight road to me until I was shaken, stirred, rolled and tumbled into the delight of diversity of thought that all things are possible in all times in all ways as long as there is a hope, a wish, a dream that can be grasp hold of… Each step we take we in joy moving for there is growth, as we teach others and are taught by them… In the silence of our minds we stir the passion of our lives… we dip into the waters of dreams and walk away with more then we ever imagined for there is a high higher then the highest place we believed we could get to… it is built on the high of today… and each day we grasp another high and build the dream… We are capable of much more then we believe… yet it is the belief that drives the wish into the dream and makes it all possible for when we believe we can see the path of our destiny before us… Take hold of the words… the actions… the thoughts that are generated inside your mind and open them to the possibilities that are before you… grasp hold of one and ride it and if it fits keep it and if it is less learn from it and grasp hold of another… We learn to fly by jumping on the wings of birds large enough to carry us before we have wings of our own…

You will dream many things as you grow… there are messages in them and visits… be aware of the difference… for the flight of astral time is a wonder and it will bring you close at times to those you care about… allowing you moments with them in what appears to be dreams… they are more then dreams they are skills you have learned… for while a dream depends on luck some times a visit to some one can be planned before one sleeps… Simply think of them and you will ride the waves to them whether they sleep or our awake… and they will be able to walk within your mind… It is a gift you have… you always had… use it well… it has helped me many times to see what is before me… and to keep contact when I am away…

Some daze we hear things that others say as compliments and other times we hear those same words as lies… some days we hear whispers as secrets told between friends and then we hear them as arrows of dislike passed between allies… aimed toward the common enemy… Some days the light never shines for more then a few fleeting moments for we are trapped in the whirlpool of out own making swirling down deeper and deeper when all we need to do is step off and it stops… but we miss the point of it all… for the words are spoken some times in honesty as a reflection of what we see before us… for we do see beauty, kindness and love… and we do see a sexiness in those around us… our minds are attracted and we play out the adventure with our words… there is love when the person has the courage to speak the words… and the other has the courage to accept them for how they feel… the sound of a word of praise and the effect the word has on ones being from its sound, its gentle touch reflects more to the receiver then the words themselves… You may take what is spoken and move away… or you may take it and move closer… you may do what you wish for they are just words until they are slipped on and tried out… the effect being endless wonder filled trips…

The road winds down into many valleys of late… paths taken in the adventure of a life time… an interesting journey of time spaced out in singular blocks… Some wood say building blocks and they wood be correct for wood is used for building… as are rocks and steel and a variety of other elements… and we are building ourselves peace by peace… one step and day brings about a new learning or ritual… easy are we to please in the darkness for it only requires light to allow us to see and the darker it is the less light is required… but when we are in the light of day it requires a more power filled delight to catch our attention for there is more lights to confuse us and scatter our thoughts away from the light we need to follow the light that drives our imagination and our life… the road has taken some twists and some turns and we have stood at the crossing of roads to wonder out loud and yet we are still walking… still talking and still moving on having learned to seek out the light that is within us…

Many days have passed and while I have wandered in and out it has been hectic… The calls of life and family push and pull us in many directions at once… memories of children… and suddenly they are all grown up and getting on with their lives… we stand aside and let them go for we can do them know greater gift then to believe in them…

Some day will come when all my words make sense and the power of explanation or clarification will be a gift I finally am able to use in abundance… until then I am both blessed and cursed with the need to ramble on inside my head… You may never know the who or the why yet you touched the person with just a few words… a few simple expressions of kindness… Life has placed us far away from one another… one sleeps while the other awakens… and for just a fleeting moment or two the ships pass into the night… a glimpse is all that is allowed… that in a nut shell is my experiences in life… I get to glimpse the other… one of the kindred of me and then they are gone… It hurts me is all and I fail to share that hurt well with others… for this I am sorry… for as I know it is in the sharing that we ease the pain of others as well as the ouch within us… I am knot so complicated that I cannot be seen right through…

The reasons are knot what they appear to be… there are knot words to say them or tales to wrap oneself in to comfort… Single words are expressed and they fall upon silent or deaf ears… I stepped back and held close my words for a time hoping to find the perfect match of thought… I missed the point completely and it was only after I walked out of my own physical cloud of worry and anxiety did I begin to hear all the time that had passed…

For the first time in many years I am unaware of where you are… I cannot feel your presence nor hear you words… I am unable to touch you or care for you… I pray that my charms and protections have remained with you and they in my absence have been able to afford you some peace… I know not of your being… yet I am knot fearful for you… and that is well for I have the love of a parent for their child and I know some times it is important to let them go for there is no other way to keep them close to you…

Some day soon I will hear your voice or feel your presence once more and the flame within me will rekindle and burn as hot and as strong as it ever was… even stronger in some ways… I am proud of you… and I believe in you… and I love you will all my heart…

I thought for a time after the quick departure that it was some thing that we were talking about… I know more then I let on about at times and I also know that time for me is special… Many years the waters ran deep and heavy with wishes, dreams, fantasies, illusions… elusive to me they all were… Then the magic opened doorways and what was elusive started to become real… I had the ability to create from nothing but thoughts… silly it was to think that was any gift better then another’s for we all have the ability to create from thoughts… I misunderstood the gift… to open a doorway and to step inside and experience is an adventure and I took to the adventure of opening doorways and stepping inside… The light departs and it comes back and over time the peace we seek finds us… we all make the trip out west some time… as we all make the trip east some times… the stirring of the magic allows us to see inside the lines and to gather the dust of memories… awash in thought I sat for some time wondering… I wonder know more…

The place we begin is in a way an ending of what has come before… The edge of summer is upon us… the weekend before the start of the new year for children… School looms before them with all the challenges that another year of learning can… Another time for parents to go through the routine of life… hoping that they weave the magical thread and find their way easily learning what they must to get one step closer to the life they wish to lead… I sit with their dreams some times having slipped inside them while they sleep and I in joy the sights they have… It is a special time for life seems so possible and so wonder filled before the eyes of children… unfettered they are with burdens of real life so they can swim in their imaginations… even the oldest dreams in colors… a gift from his parents shielded they are and yet very much aware of reality and the course life must take… we are the joys of our parents and the curse… yet more joy I assume then curse… we are the dreams they had and they are the dreams we had… I sit here at the end and smile for I know the beginnings are endless as are the possibilities… as are the joys…

There is always time when we can see the other side of things… it is difficult at times to shine the brightest of delight for we have been taught over time to seek out what is knot as opposed to what is… If we dream in colors as diverse as the rainbow we are labeled as dreamers… if we stick to the straight and the narrow we are called boring… and the list goes on… I for one wish to be the colors of the rainbow… the rider on the edge of the storm that swirls and tosses the wind in all directions at once… I wish to take to a wave and let it take me where ever throwing me upon the shore of possibilities so that I can grasp one and hold onto to it for a time… There are many sides to a coin… many words to a rhyme and many songs that a singer sings… even more now when we dream of being one of the magicians that inspires others to thought… Hope is a wondrous gift it allows us to dream beyond tomorrow’s tomorrow…

Change washes over us removing the old ways and replacing them with other avenues in witch we can practice our magic… Change pushes us to move in the positive light of time… We are allowed the opportunity to play as we move from one side of the road to the other… choosing one side or another to walk as we pass and are past over by others… the movement of life surrounds us… the change in seasons… the altering of light… the movement of the sun and stars… we are travelers in the history of the world… a slow messenger awaits us… and we flee towards the promise of tomorrow… there is always a tomorrow that we can be blessed with… the journey continues endless in its delight… a stroke of genius and we are beyond the edge and into the darkness of the void… a picture perfect in all ways… and yet imperfect in its design… that is the nature of life for change is even now changing how we think… how we see, hear and feel the dawning of today and the possibilities of tomorrow…

In all things the eye of the beholder sees what is before them… It takes courage to look into someone’s eyes… to face the love that is reflected back… Be that from a friend or a lover or both… The courage to do so wears one down… To look into another’s eyes one has to be prepared to get lost inside them… one has to be prepared to bare their soul to them… for the eyes it is said are mirrors to the soul and they are… they reveal the mystical hue… when one looks into another’s eyes they see beyond the physical… they see the spirit that is there… the magical hue that is behind the wall… in other words they see you as you are and the reflection of who they are… Some people find that difficult to do…

Words have a way of getting inside a person’s mind and letting the weight of what we do drip away… If we can find a word to say it releases us… The artist inside wants an outlet… some paint with colors… other create those colors with words… they are pastels or water colors to the mind as they bridge the gap of time… There are miles between us and yet there is a common thread… Interesting that is… and still the artist inside aches to be free in words… in pictures painted across the skies of time…

Some words are red… painted that way… high lighted against the dark background… I made a number of trips to the west shore that it would lead me to a better place… when it has always been the trips east that have brought the best into my life… Old ways are comforting for they are stilled in traditions past on from one generation to another… they remind us of where we came from even when we wish to put that aside we are reminded of the ladders we have climbed the hills we have scaled… and the people who helped ease us past along the way… some time when we sit alone and wonder we will remember a soul along the way and wonder about them… in that moment we will rekindle the flame that flickers…

I am having one of those feeling sorry for myself daze… I dislike the way through here but I am here and it is up to me to place it behind me… it takes a few moments in time or a righting of the ship… I reached out and grasped air… wandered a bit more in search… called out into the darkness of night… wandered a bit more still… I sit impatiently resigned to wait… Once upon a time in my wildest dream an image appeared and walked out of a dream to reveal itself in reality… The once upon a time did exist… the once upon a dream did exist… the story was a legend turned into a dream… and back into a reality that unfolds in my imagination time and time again… It is time… to walk alone and find out… a walk about… a vision quest… a walk among the dreams… the wildest of dreams… the most vivid of imaginations runneth wild… a place with no name that calls out… a secret that is not a secret at all… a nameless place where we sit and talk endlessly in silence… knot having to break the beauty with the course sound of words… life encapsulated in the sound of breathing… no limits asked for and none given… the effortless exchange of emotions filling each up… to drink of the essence of another and to swim within the magic that surrounds them… to be inspired by their thoughts and then to create inspirations with your own… There is a selflessness to this place that I adore… that is one reason to visit here in the now… for I know that the past resides here as well as the future… the now takes me and holds the journey here close to me…

Time answers the questions that is true… for in time we gain the experience needed to answer the questions that are posed before us… In that moment the pieces of the puzzle come together once more to form a clear picture that we can grasp… Some times it is the bridge that brings us closer and some times it is the bridge that takes us to different sides of a quest… all gifts are blessings as well as being a bit of a curse…

Each time we talk we learn some thing of the other person and while I wish to be friends I have learned to be care filled when revealing information… The thoughts that occupy my mind most often are ones that come across best in ambiguous answers… Yet there is a time to be direct… to state in a factual manner…

A few moments of delight filter in and away we go down a road we have traversed a thousand times before… Merry is the mind that laughs at what life presents before it… A single solitary figure moves along the line… entering the world in a flurry and creating smiles forever along the way… What does it mean? Nothing really butt laughter of the best kind…

I have tried to send something and the best that I can send is nothing… It is my decision to stop until such time as I am inspired to take up the words once more… It was for me a long and wonder filled journey to now… It will remain for me a memory that I will always treasure… I suspect that the path is not the same for you and that the revelation inside me is more real… Simply put there is nothing to say any more… It is not a good bye as much as it is a parting of the waves… Your path is before you mine is before me and while the path behind was one the path forward is two… The hand of fate I assume… the touch of destiny and the wonders will never cease to amaze me… It is knot as I wish it to be but it is the way it should be…

Being bored is a state of mind… often we find ourselves in a place where we feel we are unable to do what we wish to do… Instead of adjusting to what is before us we allow boredom to creep in… Time is a precious element that we seem never to have enough of when we are involved in what we wish to do and plenty to spare when we are faced with a distaste filled task… Yet time never changes only our perception of it… Boredom is taken in when we give in… boredom dominates us and tires us our when we allow the effects of doing nothing to be absorbed into our being… To alter the effects we need to fill our time with quiet contemplation of adventures we are destined to take… We need to fill the void with some things… the list of opportunities is endless and for each of us is different for what one soul rejoices in another will find difficult… Yet each of us can create a wonder in the times between adventures with the written word, the colors of the artist’s pallet or the hand of the skilled gardener… The journey our mind takes may lead us to read, to write or to take part in conversations that lift the soul… We conquer the bore drums each day we rise and greet the new day with delight…

The answers we search for are elusive for when we believe we have found them in one place they appear in another… Always on the move are they for they are like life itself… What fit us one time we outgrow… what was beyond our imagination as a child is well within our grasp as an adult… We can take what life offers and use those opportunities to create interesting turns of events… Questions appear bring mire questions with them until we are faced with walls of them asking over and over… The purpose is to act… in ways that will bring forth solutions to the way we are… and how we are learning the lessons we are faced with each day… Some times it is the shoulder to cry on and some times it is the wall we must over come… each day a jewel appears for us to unwrap and find the price…

We learn a little more from each bit and peace we get… We are puzzles of a sort for even to those who have known us since birth we find ways to mystify them… It has been my experience that the little bits will be more intriguing then a large bit that will take a while to digest… Besides mysteries are some times best kept as mysteries… a little bit of some thing for the mind to play with… One can dream of doing things or one can do things that dreams are made of… One can believe and open up endless possibilities or one can wait to see it so that they may believe…

A question is on the lips and while the question is the same the situation is different… We tend to loose sight every now and again of where we are and where we are going to… Each decision we make leads us some place… and for better or worse we are the product of the decisions we have made… Now that is what it is and nothing more for we capable of doing magical things when we set our minds to glow… What we think about will lead us to the place we need to go… If we think in colors we see colors… if we dream in delight we will see it in our life times… The power of the mind over the small matters… What questions we ask when we know the answers… Repeated over and over… why… why… why… when why knot can be heard… We can question the four winds or the Gods in heaven and some day we will sit before them and get to listen to all that we asked for… now they tend to allow us to stumble along for their own amusement… For me there is never a why… for I see the wonder in every word… in every drop of rain… in every dark cloud… in every cold wind that blows… in every room filled with potential… in every bit of sweat… in every day heated to the point of hell… I see wonder… I see smiles and memories of summers that will be etched in for future references over time…

We find ourselves at odds… at different places in the world at large… A small price it is to pay for the indulgence of thought… A closer look reveals an image of a time long ago and far away brought closer and in the reality of times as we know them to be we are captured for a moment in the arms of a stranger who opens doorways and pathways to persons we dreamed ourselves to be… A silly nest surrounds us as children once more we play… for we never did grow up just got older in years… The odd thing is it is time… I will knot burden you with the details of what is on my mind… I do find it odd that I am once more adrift as I was years ago… only happier… and more content then I have ever been in my life times… It is my sensitivity that ouches… Go my sister to be who you must be and never look back… We are never alone for we have each other and the memories of times past to sustain us over time until we once more meet along the way to where we are heading…

The words were cut short in the middle of a sentence gone was the thought and the receiver of the message… The sky filled with dreams and past thoughts… we sat in wonder… a child dreaming… a teenager at work simplifying the world as we know it to the ones that have and the ones that have knots… Whispers and secret places to meet… words spoken out loud for all to hear and then to fade once heard… a never ending call… We are more then we pretend to be and less then our dreams make us out to be… The right one will be found when it is time and while those that breed loose sight of the wonder that is within a person… the time will fall when the right combination of things come together to form the perfect union once more… The soul or spirit will return once more…

Reality tends to be a bit more unbelievable at times then the fantasies that some one dreams up… Reality is filled with a constant flow of humorous situations that turn up over and over again… One after the other the real will surprise and fill us with a sense of the ridiculous… Thank God for a sense of humor…
I guess it is time to move on a bit… One cannot stand and wait for ever… well you can butt what is the point after all… to live life the greatest of all adventures is the point and when one is waiting they are knot really living the best they can… People grow apart… the love for each other does not change or diminish but they do grow apart in what they like and dislike and what they are willing to accept in their lives… Over that time they will disconnect only to reconnect at some point once more in the future… It is time to disconnect a bit and to let those I have allowed closest to me to fly free for a time… let the river run with them… It is an interesting time when this happens for it takes a great effort to let go of the emotions that each has… A melancholy feeling… one that is seeped in pride, sadness and happiness… a true mixture of emotions as they choose to move away… I know full well to keep them I have to let them go…

I am late for the sky once more… late at getting to what I wish to do taken down a course to places where I have to take many side tracks… When the air finally clears it is already a full three hours into the day and almost on this day time to head for home as I am only staying half the time… Time to do some necessary things before we go home to do more necessary things… time is taken to purchase this or some of that… In all the times we have we have these times of change before the start and after the finish when we sit in preparation…

Laughter drips out of the holly daze…it is August after all and who wishes to work in the dead of summer’s heat before the onset of September when the cool winds will blow once more… We sit wrapped in a blanket of funny stories in thought of times when life was one story after another one adventure after another… Each day was an adventure in fun… a day to create laughter by being the careless spirits we are… A chance once more to set the home fires burning… The morning lights the air and we set the house on fire with a deep joy…

In the eyes of the maker there are things seen… The fog in ones eyes blinds them to the truths that are before them… They hide behind the pane peering out in the distance in hope of seeing the light… eventually the mist clears and the answers we had searched for are apparent to us as they always were when we were growing and learning… Yet at some point they become more real to us… having had the experiences we are more able to speak with authority on situations we once were only slightly aware of… The eyes of the maker speak in silence of peace… of hope… of a desire to see the best fall upon their creations… Pass along the thoughts and come back to dwell in silence once more as a lesson we can draw upon in times of need…

The free drums play loud in my ears… The roll of the leader having slipped away I follow blindly the path I was on effortlessly moving one step at a time until exhaustion over takes me and I slip into slumber to awaken rested once more to take to the road I am destined to walk… The drums play out a wistful tune calling me onward to the place just over that next hill or the one after that where I will fall upon the ground and awaken with the scent of you upon me having spent the time in slumber close to you… It is in this state of exhaustion that I find it most easy to slip past the boundaries and enter the realm that surrounds you… the free drums play… the candle burns… the smile widens… the laughter grows… and the songs reach higher and higher… in the stillness of the night…

I am inspired by the wind… by the changes in temperature… by the light that enters the night time… by the passing of smiles or whispers in the night that trip… I am inspired to wish for more… I am inspired by the present that has grown from a past filled with hills and valleys… I am inspired by the night that watches over us as we sleep… I am taken to writing by the smile on some ones lips and the sparkle in their eyes… I can see the delight the words bring before they are read… I am inspired by the responses of others… by the words or songs others create from the thinnest of air… Inspiration finds me most often in the early morning hours… yet my mind is alive with creations all the day… the best of witch bear fruit and prosper in the fertile grounds of wishes and dreams in the darkness of the knight time air…

Excitable once more the day becomes… dinner awaits or is that the breaking of the fast… the words mean the same yet they are different… time to eat… time to sleep… time to recharge the system before the next deluge… the next opening of the flood gates… The Q begins here the sign did speak to us… out of the mouth of babes some times pops gems of information… missing worlds are some times found… missing voices sometimes recovered… lost time is never regained… reconnect perhaps but never regained what we had once before… The day is excitable… the sun is shining… the laughter is unending…

Magical thoughts happen when ideas are created in the course of a conversation… Words need knot be spoken to have meaning… kindred souls know when the eyes meet what the other one thinks… the process of thought matched the outcome is similar even though they are different people then they were once the core is the same… The words help to smooth the surfaces over time bending to the words of others or standing against the tide of others… In time the thoughts that are shared help to define a person and their place in time…
When in need of time one should stop… and take a moment to slow the pace a bit… for in one minute the world passes and so many things we miss if we are busy rushing to and from some where else… To in joy wonder and stretch ideas endlessly about as if making bubbles and letting the wind take them to pop and drip the seeds of more upon the grass…

Patterns appear over time of repeating the same ritual yielding the same results over and over… a repeated process of wondering if the same ingredients will create a better recipe over time… Reality stirs the mixture of thoughts emotions… ideas and sets them before our eyes as we open them each and every day… opening your eyes reveals what is there to hue… Wrapped in the colors we can choose the ones that frame our ideas for today… and soon we develop a pattern to witch we allow our eyes to see… We are the carpenters of our dream house… we build the foundations the frame work… we place the walls about us and we then reside in what we have built around us… We can choose to live in a singular room or a mansion of ever increasing rooms and wonders… There was a time knot so long ago when I believed in the small one room view of life… a mood that defined each day… then some thing magical happened… As I argued for this view of me and the world as I saw it I was challenged by some one and in the course of that challenge I was forced to open the door and what I found was a world outside the world I had created for me that was more interesting and wonder filled then I could have imagined… All I had to do to in joy it was to who I was and magically other people responded to me being me… as strange as that is… I realized I was knot alone at all but in a room filled with thoughts… more unreal then real… that clouded my mind… what ever it was an awakening… Butt then again what do I know? I am just like any one else or am eye? Is the hue that you create just a hue to be wrapped about you or is it a rainbow for others to seek? Is the color or flavor of your gifts for you alone or are they for sharing with those who are touched by the simple joy of life? Questions with many answers I ask… all use filled are they… for they desire thought and questions in return…

Home is where the mind goes when it is left to its own devices… Home is a place where comfort is automatic… Where the delight of each day is anticipated with much joy… what ever it is about home it is an endless euphoria in our minds… Now at times I feel that sense of being when I speak with others… as if they represent home to me in some way… Occasionally the emotional springs open wide and flood the land with tears of joy for they are shed with great desire… with great passion for the sense of home that wraps about me…

A long listing of words appeared out of know where… the jest of witch was to inspire me to laugh a bit at life and also at myself for I was the butt of some jokes… knot me in particular butt me as a person or more sew as a man of the species… the teller of the tales listens closely as we edge towards laughter… pushed quickly forward we dive into the waves and are washed in the tidal wave of pleasure laughing to the point of tears… know more are we sitting in silent bliss butt in tears of laughter streaming…

The reason is clear to the naked eye… left to our imagination the position is one of in tens pleasure to be had on numerous occasions over and over in pulsing delight… the thought of coverage or of lining up to face them wood in most cases produce a most delight filled effect in most members… to stand behind and snatch a glimpse play after play would fill us all with a bit of ecstasy…

I promised myself I was knot going to care… I was going to leave well enough alone and just allow the world to turn as it would… The thing is I do care and that as some would say is my down fall… I care way to much when I should just let it be… butt letting it be is knot easy for me… sew I wonder aloud some times at the top of my lungs what I can do… and find there is nothing I can do… I talk more for it was never some thing I did well silence… that is… I can be silent but even in my silence I am knot quiet… I wish to be anonymous at times to most… a figure of the imagination to others… a glimpse of witch you catch on occasion each day from the corner of your eye as you turn to see an image watching you in a window or far off to one side the feeling being one of a blanket that wraps about you… Lately I get the notion that it feels more like a rope then a blanket… the urge to say some thing fills the space yet no words or sound appear… I have reached out and called but I find no one home… My timing knot being the best of things and the phone rings… rings… rings…on end and no message is asked for… almost like it knows it is me and wishes to say thanks butt know thanks… I knew you once but knot today… At some point even I go away… to find the comfort of my dreams once more… a present is sent… the address reads some where the words carry it… The simple task to following the lead and going on without me… Such is life I feel… I travel a long way to get where I am and now that I am here I have an even longer way to go to get where I wish to be… Some thing tells me this is an endless process of lessons to learn and adventures with people to learn with… I did promise I was knot going to care but care I do and care I will and even though you stopped I have knot nor will I ever stop… I will however begin to do some things different then I did before… Life is way to short to worry over such things… Having written I can put my mind to rest… having spoken I can go on to other things… having kept it here I can rest assured you will never know the hurt that I feel…

What words can I write that will open the door enough for me to catch a glimpse of you? I suspect none at the moment for when you wish to be silent you can be most difficult to find or to communicate with… Still over time I have been a thorn in your side and will continue to be that prick… that makes you smile or some times the one that makes you think when you least wood like to think… I take it as the least I can do since you were the one who made me what I am today… opening the creative doorway giving me a muse to speak with… all those really interesting things that make life worth some thing… now as the world turns I feel the urge to poke you a bit and remind you that I am still here being me… a little slower on the uptake mind you… a little less of me… a bit more subdued but I am still here in the now and while I may crawl into your mind every now and again and I like to play with your imagination among other aspects of yours I still love to hear from you every now and again… I do worry at times… well all the time about you and how you are doing… I also over stand that you are a busy woman of many talents… sew after three weeks I guess I can be a bit of a prick and poke you just a wee bit and maybe take a deep breath with my frustration and hold on for a few more days until you get the chance to write something… or maybe the person getting your mail is knot you at all but some one playing you and the real you is trapped inside them desperately trying to get out and can only be freed by the sound of my voice… or maybe you just want to be left alone… sorry… knot going to happen… until I am dead that is… and even then I will find a way to haunt you… hugs and squeezes you until your stuffing falls out… whispers into your ear… and disappears…

The parachute filled the air once more cradling the occupants as they floated down closer and with ease upon the earth that awaited them once more the air carried the silk and string in the arms of the elements… A shot in the dark made it possible to be part of the adventure… Yet some times we miss out on what the adventure is… To some it is the daily movement from one road to the next one moving as fast as one can to reach the mysterious tomorrow before the next… While for a special few it is a movement from one rose to the next… from one wondrous scene to the next while taking time at each to draw in the blanks that exist as the time fills you and you fill the time with memories of being there… One can travel alone or one can travel with all the wonders of being with those they love and who love them as the unique experience they are…

Many times the image we have is one distorted by the mind… We see hear and feel what is knot there… Yet it appears to us that it is… We step out and we see the edge always there close enough to fall off and we speak of it… others look and see an endless horizon stretching as far as their eyes can see… We see the end… a gauntlet of cuts, bruises pain filled light and darkness… The color of our rainbow fades to misery in dark colors… black and gray… the shimmering of delight having eluded our view once more… We once thought we could be heroes… that we could make a difference… that we could love an be loved… we once believed in the words… in the music of the songs we sing… we once cherished the ideals and dreams we had… Each one was squashed as we bore witness to it…

When faced with that some of us sit in shocked silence… some move away to hide behind the walls we use to protect ourselves… some speak… some shout… some do a little bit of anything to free themselves or attempt to free themselves… In all these things it is the ones that speak out in some form that begin to rise above the ashes of what was once before them… It may seem small but small steps are the ones that eventually lead out of the dark forest into the daylight once more… Over time the words we write some how manage to inspire responses and that by itself begins to link us to other people… Slowly we begin to sea knot the dark clouds of yesterday but the slightly lighter ones of days yet to be… We can rise above what we experienced… we can step forth and change our view of the world… To a very high degree what we see in a sun rise dictates how we will play in the sun shine of the day… One can see the rain as a dreary reminder of life or use it as an opportunity to accomplish what they would otherwise knot have done while it was sunny outside… If one can call two people friends they are lucky indeed as well as in heart… for two friends should be cherished… One is a gift that many of us are pleased to have… with two you are doubly blessed… We can have many acquaintances who add a bit of color to our lives but it is the friends that stand with us…

As for the other thoughts… the ones that darken the path they are as you believe them to be… that is the nature of ones mind the things we dwell on become more and more of a reality for us… I could sit here and tell you of the wonders that exist and it would make knot one bit of a difference… yet I see wonder in each word you write… each thought you place… each day that dawns… seeing is knot believing…believing is seeing… and yes I am a dreamer… a person who believes in the wonder of everyday and the people who touch and grace life times… You may feel the way you do and I may feel the way I do… opposites on the road we walk yet today… we walked side by side for a moment in time and your life touched mine… how interesting…

To have any day is to share part of hue… The interesting thing about that is we are unaware of the joy we bring to those that are around us by the simplest of things we do… the true joys in life come from what we some times over look… an e-mail… a letter to open with the bills in the mail… a picture that truly shows us in the best of light… a sun rise captured between the trees framing the sun as it rises over mountains… a sun set glowing in the colors of the rainbow as it sinks below the edge of the earth as we sit upon the sands of times absorbing each color in to our own being… We share all of what glows inside us with the world about us and most of us are unaware of the joy we bring when we create a simple entry or we paint a picture to hang in our home or when we sit and watch… We see the time alone as time without instead of seeing it as time to prepare for the times when we shall knot be alone… many times we are being prepared for wondrous adventures… and at other times we are being rested from the experiences we just had… You are the finder of the pathways that define life… a cheer filled expression of adventure…