I am in know position to challenge what is written … there is really nothing I could possibly write that wood change another’s mind or make any difference in the out come already decided… Some times it is best to learn by listening to the words of another and knot repeat the pathway that made them arrive at the conclusions they did… It has happened before and will I suppose happen again all for different reasons… It is part of the way that life is for me… It is what I am allowed or maybe it is what I am willing to take… for what ever reason I would change one or two things but I know the same conclusion wood have been met in time… Conduits open pathways and move on… path finders open eyes an move on… seers tend to remain surrounded by the comfort of others… I have failed because I was distant away doing when I should have been close… my failures run deeper then any one can imagine… and it is eye who shall deal with those in the depths of my own being for as long as I shall live… It may be the last… but in reality the ending was long before the words were written for words could knot be written long before the end words were… I never challenge a set of words speaking of a time to move on for I feel it is best to let go… allowing decisions of such a nature to be as they are… I have learned that there are times to speak and there are times to remain silent… when some one wishes for a difference it is best to allow them the courtesy of their own beliefs… and knot confuse them or challenge them with my own particular reality…

We can be reborn in the delight of what we have learned along the way… Many times I know I have sat wondering who I would be if I had knot had the joy of others to deal with first… Many times I sit wondering what my decisions would be if I could place me before the ones that are my responsibility… I am anticipating the time when I can once more place the wonder of new things before the responsibilities of family, home, spouse… Many times my mind has echoed with the cry of when is it my turn… I can see it just there beyond my reach and so much is there waiting for the right time, the right moment to grasp it and run with it… Of course there is preparation witch I have begun… the artist within me stirs with every word I write… every response I conjure up… I have found magic in words that paint pictures… my artistic expression is a simple one and some times I long to once more grasp paint and pallet and color a rainbow… Maybe when the time is right I will cast off the cloak of hesitation when it comes to that and dive right in… we are all artists of a sort… since we were children we could color… paint… and draw… we can write… we can speak… and in so many ways we share what is in our hearts… There is so much to do that will add delight to each day… we need only seize upon one… The world calls for us to share of our talents… and if you are looking for what that is… you will find that it is you… it is never what you can do it is your willingness to do it… The time of rebirth is a spiritually wonder filled time… knot in a religious sense as much as in a peace filled sense… we begin once more to be an individual… defined by the wonder of who we are… the world is a shared kitchen with everyone bringing a little bit of some thing to toss into the pot…

We are called… we answer some times reluctantly… some times enthusiastically… some times the call rings without an answer until the mind awakens to the push inside ones heart… However we get there we are faced with some leaps of faith… Leaps that require us to see the other possibilities… the alternatives that are available to us… Yet we are called to this or at least we believe we are called to this… There is much good in our day that is shared with others… yet we are puzzled with questions… our spirit calls for answers that faith alone is unable to answer… our quest for knowledge meets with resistance as if the knowledge we will gain will corrupt us in some way… We persist in our quest to know more… to believe… to come to terms with our calling… our desire for fact… for reason… and we find peaces of it… in dreams… in our spirit… in customs of other places and times… we grasp hold of them and find more peaces… more information to in light see with our hearts as well as our minds… soon we are able to discern the acts of men from the words… soon we are able to grasp hold of the essential meanings inside the words of men… after a time the words have deeper meaning… and the book itself guides us… in our journey… we find the missing peaces… the fragments left out over time and they open up more puzzles for us to in joy solve and learn from… we are called to question… to examine and then to share… for it is in the sharing of knowledge that we gain understanding…

We sit stirred awake… wanting to know… the dream washes over us… was it real? The mind wanders off we have aged a bit since the first time and we are care full of such dreams as these for they tend to paint pictures that are outside the reach of our reality… We have time to spend reading… writing… playing the games of life… when we sit relaxing we tell ourselves of things we will one day do… they are but dreams to hold us till that time and when is that time if knot now? Our knot the dreams of yesterday the reality of this day? We sit stirred and awake… I wonder…

There is always room for one more on this interesting road we travel… Yes I would agree that certain entries get the most hits if that is what is important… I have looked upon this place as an adventure in finding out… Some times I wander in and out and fall upon a clever use of words and for a time I rest there listening to the writers words spark and encourage my own… I guess it depends on what you are searching for… for some it is one thing for others it is an entirely different some thing… there are jewels in every pile of rocks… just takes some play to find them…

Where ever I am there is always reminders of others who have stirred my imagination… The first word… the last word… an image that has traveled from a far off place… It is a dance set to music and I remember it well… one step up and two back… a rhythm to some ones rhyme… harmony of souls separated by decades and miles… I can see beyond my years to other times and yet I am still within the time of my years a child learning who I am… wanting to find myself among the many pathways I have chosen… Where ever I am I am reminded of hue and can smile easily for with you there is always music and time to dance…

Often we are asked to spirit away… to let go so that we may gain… it is always a time of reflection… of a deepening of our lives… as children we grow until at some point the bonds to our parents and siblings seem to push us apart forcing us to strike out on our own to seek life beyond the constraints of the protective influences of our parents… and once away free to wander we long for those comforts and create them in our own image… and learn what it is to love some one without boundaries… we learn that to love is endless… it survives over time and space… love exists in the core of our very being… we learn that to hold on we must let go… and in letting go we gain more then we had when we held on… our lives are deepened by the love we have shared… by the love we have for one another… I have yet to find a use full way to explain the wonder of love or the power it has in ones life… Often I have struggle to give it meaning to explain it to another but I lack the clarity… even my passion for words fails me when it come to the wonder… Some times I just say it is the ability to sit without the need for sound or spoken word… it is a touching beyond explanation that stays with hue… colors your world from the day your eyes open to the desire, passion and love of another…

English being a rather interesting ambiguous language I like to twist it so that in thyme we begin to sea other words and other possibilities that are bee four us… There are opportunities that stretch out as far as the I can see butt if we are knot able to grasp hold of them they off her less then if we due… By using the ambiguous words it is my way of challenging my mind to step beyond the realm of the places it has traveled and to push the limits of my own imagination… the right her glad Lee accepts any and all help in smiling… laughing and creating a little bit of wonder in this world we live in… There is a color filled hue that calls out for the rainbow filled pallet to paint…

A sigh is just a sigh… a laugh that touches the inner most places… it is contentment at its very best… the core of being… the core of every being… the peace full sense of purpose… It is nice to be away and then to return in the future to the place you left behind… things change while one is away while they appear to be the same… they have aged in the time it takes to walk across the room they have aged… and while aging they have gained and lost… it is the process… a growth from old times to new times…

I have stepped away from the artist within me… given time to reconsider the way I am walking I will probably take further steps to distance myself from the me I have become… it is cold and warm… with a light breeze that covers the hills… A tale is told in endless waves… there is always more to the eye then is met in the passing of fields… it is Autumn and the leaves are turning with delight to colors of the wind… and taken back they fly freed finally from the branches they rise to greet the sky before falling to recharge the earth… to feed… to complete the cycle started in the spring time air…

My words are circular and bring one back to the start as if they never left… a chance meeting along the loop of endless loops… grab hold and in joy the ride will take you from one place along the endless circular pattern until tired and a wee bit bored you may drop off…

Thoughts appear in small snippets of time… captured if I am lucky and let loose into the open air if I am knot so lucky as to have captured them…

It is never as bad as it seems nor as good as it appears… the truth is some place in the middle of the road… Are we aware of our value or do we toss it off? Are we aware of the possibilities or opportunities or do we prefer to seek the darker images as reality… We become what we believe we are… if we believe we are… what we believe ourselves to be… It is better to meditate on the light then to sit in the dark… yet when we cannot but see the darkness how do we sense the light? It begins with simple words… and questions… ask what wonder is there to see, to hear, to feel? Ask what makes you smile… what makes you glow inside… You will answer you… for only you know what you are thinking and as far as thinking two much it deepens on what one is thinking about… If one thinks of joy… there is never enough to think about… The path we choose to wander helps us to think about alternatives… we have many roads to choose from… experiment with another one… you may find the delight is there…

Sew much of what is… is perception of what is… or what is knot… silence is a both a blessing and a curse… a time to collect ones thoughts… to find patience… it is also a feeling of being left alone… abandoned… it all depends on ones perception… One can sit and wonder why they are loved or they can bathe in the glow… and let as much flow out as flows in… One can awaken to the dawn of a new day and wish to sleep more… or one can rise to greet the day with the wonder of the ages in their heart… It is a choice we make… one that dictates what we will believe about ourselves as well as about others…

Away I have been for a number of days… soon it will be time to once more go away… The circle of being and going away… continues… a circle of unbroken repetitions… all at once coming and then going in the opposite direction… or another direction that suits the movement or the music that plays… to be a dancer… or a poet… or a singer or a musician of like degree… the chapter has but the verse… the page butt to turn… and over we go into another… the world turns and all is right in this world… or left in this world… a glow is had… what can men do in the face of such things as we are faced…

Think of the moment in time when time did for that moment stand as still as it could to produce a memory that has lasted till this time such that you can recall the time as perfectly in your mind as if it is happening all over again in the present of today… The past has a way of repeating itself in wonder for us… the days will wrap their coverings about us and we will find ways to sit in silent contemplation of the wonder of life… Our dreams are the best of what we can be… Think of the moment and soon there will be other thoughts to grace your imagination… It is a humorous touch of nature that when in need we are provided with all that is necessary for us to step over that time and gain the heights of revelation once more to take on our journey with joy, desire and passion… think of the moment and in time the wonder of revelation will open your eyes to all that is there…

The avenue of thought opened to reveal more passages… The edge of a reality is pressed hard against the glass we can now see through to the other side… The other avenues of possibilities before us allow for alternatives and questions to be formed… answers to be researched and learned views to be expressed… We travel in and out… we wander the avenues as trail makers leaving only small signs of having been here or there… An expression of knowledge for others to add to or take away from…

All during the ride to and from I wondered… the thought ran through my imagination… the cold, the rain… the warm air left behind the memories of a time yet to be once more… I imagined what it would be like to wander the same streets in time and space… the trust of myself left out… I could knot forget the failing of myself… the trip over the edge that has stolen my soul for some time… the trip I failed to take that has stolen my heart… the lost of my imagination as it pertains to growth beyond the trap my being has been suspended inside of… The truth is left to those who can read into it… It is time to slip away for a time… to live the life I have forgotten…

It is some times out of our reach to know the reasons why… or the causes for things… or the timing of those things… we can only ride the waves that are created from such things… at the beginning as at the end there needs to be time to settle these matters in a way that satisfies them all… and each must have their way… It is knot easy to allow such things for we only want as best we can to protect those we love… at the same time to best protect them we have to allow them to close parts of their lives as best they can… A door closed before its time always begs to be opened… while a door closed in time remains closed as we move past to create a live beyond it…

There is vast differences in what one sees when they awake in the morning… One will see potential and possibility… another will see the same sun or cloud as the one that existed the day before… Many say the sun rises and sets while the reality is the earth moves and turns us to the sun and to the darkness in equal measures over time… and what is time… faith is a powerful emotion for it allows one to believe… yet it is only the basis at which we begin to learn… when we question what we believe we find out much more about ourselves… about our faith… about our history… It is a question of discrimination, of woman, of prejudice when others use the words they read as a means to limit the potential of another… When one takes what is written and uses it as a tool to restrict the possibilities of another they are using that as an instrument of discrimination… an instrument of prejudice… The faith you have in the words is wonderful but faith is believing in possibilities that can knot be proven… and that means they have possibilities for alternative meanings… While I view what is written as a message that is as real today as it was when it was written… as a guide for living and reaching my fullest potential… I find guidance in the words… in times of sadness and in times of joy… I read it to find my way… There is more to it then we are able to over stand… I have also read of the other Gospels… of the history of the Bible itself… of the changes and alterations that well intentioned persons made to its message… through all of that the basic elements are there… for it has divine inspiration… When one stops searching for answers they find only what they allowed themselves to find… they find only what they have chosen to seek out… While if we allow ourselves the luxury of alternative thought… it is my belief we deepen our own faith… Unfortunately I am a minority when it comes to views such as that… though out modern times people have used the text of the Bible to limit others… as a means to justify their actions… These are not questions we will find answers to… only grounds in which we will differ… while to me that is the basis for interesting and thought provoking discussion… to many that is grounds for restrictions… It is knot by ignoring that we find out… it is by learning that we find out and in so doing we uncover the truth as best we can over stand it…

It is possible that today will be brighter… and possibilities are what we need to real eyes… Each day dawns with potential… with opportunities to alter the perspective we have… Life is an endless set of wonders we need only reverse the polarization of our education… Our entire lives we have been programmed to seek out what is wrong… I wonder what happens when we look for what is right? For every negative there is a positive…

One day the earth will turn toward the sun… the warmth will fill every pour over flowing out around hue… The day will arrive before us and we will wonder just how one can feel so perfect in an imperfect world… How one can smile when there is so much knot to smile about… and we will smile more for it is easier to smile… easier to greet the day with desire and passion then to sit in a haze wondering where or what the next step will bring… A positive attitude comes from within… from realizing it is knot what you bring to others… but that you share with others… if all you do each day is meet some ones eye and smile they will smile back and for that one second you made some one feel better about themselves… about who they are… it is an amazing power we have and it begins with a smile… it begins with allowing yourself to be who you are…

People are fond of saying that one has to work at things… I prefer to play at things… to experiment with ways of achieving desired goals… I prefer the word experiment to try… try to me means that failure is expected while experiment means I get to adjust and play some more over and over until I achieve the results I wish… Play with colors until you find the right hue that makes you smile and cheer full… play with words until you find the ones that make you smile endlessly… Joke with yourself about yourself… One day you will wake up and greet the day with so much passion that it will drip from your every molecule… your smile will radiate out and bring sunshine to those who are around you… You need only believe it is possible…

Dreams are a weave… a gentle blending of reality with the imagination… a mingling of threads in the eye of the needle used to create a pattern that defines a life time of dreams… of places we have been to and places we wish to go… the gentle weave creates the most pathways… the most opportunities for side tracks… the most possibilities to stretch the imagination past the edges it now resides in…

Things to be thank filled for… many times the thoughts are pondered in my mind… to me the imagination is an endless journey through possibilities… I wonder aloud… I wonder in the silence of my own heart and mind… I wonder a lot of times weather my wondering is aimless or if it has a pointed view to it…

It is rare relationship that one can speak in silence… In some respects you are spoiled… in that regard… you can share unspoken words with some one and they hear you in the realm of their own reality… it is a rare relationship and one that I cherish but others will knot see such a thing as a wonder… Personally I love it… but then again I am knot your average person…

The waves touch one to another as they glide to and from the shore possibilities exist in the hearts as well as the minds and when they begin to touch across wide expanses they gratefully explore the minds of like thinkers… Lately I have been moved away from the avenues that I most in joy have sat for a time… Neither Fate nor Destiny likes for me to get to that comfort zone and have altered my way such that I have less time to sit… Wave after wave has taken those who I am used to away from me… daily conversations have become weekly… Yet there is a delight in that for it tells me that the time was right and while here I did some thing magical if for at least one or two… and now it is time to let go… always a more difficult time then a grasping… or a groping if you like… Having touched and been touched on a daily basis it is knot easy for me to step away from that… at the same moment I sense that I also sense the need for each to go their own way… to find the center they desire… I am here in the shadows once more… a smile on my face and a longing in my heart for when it is given freely with no expectations there is always joy in each day… I hear the music begin… shall we dance?

There is nothing pointless about your life or any life for that matter… It is some times difficult to see beyond the here and now or to sense within us the magic of our gifts… we search for them endlessly and eventually find them where they always were… they reside within… a great philosophical question answered… well you will knot believe it is so… but after you search you will find what you are seeking within… Your life is not pointless it has meaning and value… if you are failing to see it, hear it or feel it then listen to those around you… Most of the time we are unaware of the value we have to others… we miss the meaning our lives have because we look for the meaning inside of us when it is the outside that contains the wonder… Your life is not pointless in many ways it will inspire poetry… a love of music… passion, desire and hope fully a bit of lust… Your life is before you unfolding as a gift being unwrapped… Yet you are unable to grasp the concept of gifts… you may be thinking in terms of skills or things that you can accomplish… I will let you in on a little secret… the gift that is talked about and written about in all the lore religious and philosophical is you… the person… it is the hue you bring and share with others… it is your delight, your joy. Your passion, desire and love… your life is not pointless… it inspired this response… I wonder how many poems your beauty will inspire… how many quests your love will take you on… how many days you will dream or wish and then create those dreams… I wonder how many smiles you will create by your smile… Your life is not pointless it has meaning you cannot fathom… Hope fully some day you will find your “way” and feel passionate about life and pass on that passion to one more soul… it is in the sharing of life that we truly live… it is in our creative wonder that we share of ourselves… enjoy the wonder of today…

One rode leads to another one that we take turns moving along… I wonder… I wander along the edges… The mystery of whose way should we take… I follow the path that is before me… I wonder about the edges that I can see and what is beyond them… I some times sit with the words that are sent and smiling twist the words sew that the seams are less likely to break open… a tapestry forms of jokes… silence… pictures painted with the artist’s brush… the illusion changes from black and white to the colors of the rainbow that illuminates the morning sky… It is just a game or a sport or a challenge that we take on… a twisting of words… a feel for those that walk among the wires high above the crowd because they can…because they are capable of so much more then they appear to be doing… Inspired to take on more and more they gain the limits of their imagination only to push beyond opening another reality to explore… another life time of joy to wander in… I write a great deal for it is my creative outlet… some paint… some play the music that inspires them… I took the pen or in my case the key board and move from one set of reality to another… Ode to the joy of it all… Only one who feels the flow over stands the need to ride the wave… the casual observer senses neither the joy nor the inspiration… it takes an eye, an ear and a heart to see beyond ones own self into the world of another… At times it seems pointless until one grasp the joy it brings… the release of the over load… a dream realized… a wish come true…

There is more at play here then the words, the music and the art… there is magic in the time… the space that we put aside… there is passion in the words for they speak to us of who we can be or desire to be… some times it is the music that we hear that ignites the desire inside us… the physical responses to our thoughts taking us places we wish to be and holding us close enough to sense the other… There is more at play here as we write our thoughts down and practice what we would preach to others… we hold these truths to be self evident… we speak and stand on the ground that has seen more then we can imagine… and we read and take to heart our interpretation of the words that have been passed on since the age of man came into being… There is more at play here then the words of men or the realities of the universe… We can only imagine… and when we do we lift ourselves above the chaos to take on the journey our gifts call us to do…

Much is written of dreams… a wish a heart makes… a place kept to one side where we can be who we truly are… There are many roads that lead to some place but few that lead to places worth going to… the daily rode takes us to and from leaving a wake in its path… a splashing of water to each side of the pool we travel in… our wakes cascading with other’s created by those beside us and around us… the chaos in the water mimics the chaos in the air about us… The dream is what hold us steady on our path to and from… for it is by doing that this dream become a reality… A child’s dream still lingers inside refusing to let go for the voice is one of reality… the creative forces of the universe ebb and flow… creating more waves to ride… more dreams to reach out for… Much is written of these dreams… much to do about the wonder of them… We have our lives… our reality tunnels… our places where the forces of the physical world hold us… and then we have the other places where all these things fade away and we can be as we once believed in the child’s dream…

The water’s pass slowly as autumn breaks out… the rush of time is held close as the tide turns toward the cold… There is much to see in the possibilities… much to in joy while we ponder the close of one and the beginning of another… All Hallows eve… Thanksgiving… are closing in… Many days to wander and wish… The water passes slowly as the stream revisits its spring time path… The tide is high… the waves shallow and wind swept aside the spray lands along the sandy shore…

There are times when I have know idea… these are the best of times for I have no expectations of what is to occur… I hope that in some way what I write trips the delights fantastic in some one some where…

I am inspired to moments of reflection… Maybe it is the time of year as leaves fall in blankets of color… maybe it is the sentimental part inside me that longs for arms to hold or friendship to wrap my arms around… Maybe it is the picture of perfection I carry in my heart… I am inspired to reflect on being home wrapped in warmth speaking silently in the darkness… a time to sit or to wander in a mutual dream or to ride a mutual wave of passionate thoughts… I know that these things are just fantasies that I have… they are mine and I wish to share them with you… Every so many weeks I reflect on a certain aspect of wonder and I have found it difficult knot to find you in my moments of wonder… as an inspiration or an influence to my growth… both spiritually and emotionally into the person I have become… I often think that I would knot have survived as I am had it knot been for you… Often I have thought of what it would be like had I knot fallen in love with you… Had I continued to be the shadow… I suspect that my life would have knot taken on such strange wonders as it has… I feel the same today as I felt that one day looking into your eyes and I give freely of what I have for I know at some time in this life it will create meaning some place and when you think of me you will smile and wonder where I am in the shadows around you… I am wrapped in hue delighted to have shared a small part of your magic… forgive my sentimental nature and my need to whisper thank you in your ears at night… forgive my love for you… forgive my need to share it with you… to share my thoughts and my some times strange dreams with you at night… for give me for my expectations and my anticipations… forgive me for my passion, my desire and my endless hugs… forgive me for reflecting on your beauty, your passion and your desire…

A verse is a verse… a belief is a belief… they are power filled until we change them… once we believed as children do… and so much was possible… now we believe as adults do and it limits us… all beliefs limit… that is the nature of a belief… when we open them up we gain so much more… I was taught different… maybe that is why I sense the restrictions… to limit anyone because of the nature of their birth is a foolish thought…

One can take what was written hundreds of years ago and make a case for this or that… and there are those that do… of course it is interesting that they leave out certain passages that they prefer knot to consider… I feel it is important to remind ourselves that God didn’t write the book… that it was written down many years after and while it has divine help it was written by men… with all their failings and limitations… to take some thing that was written for the people of the dark ages in a literal sense today is limiting…

It has meaning into today’s world… power filled meaning… to inspire love and respect for all… when it is used as a tool to limit others it becomes what it was never intended to be…

Know one is home to the winds of change that blow easily across the open meadows of life times of choice… Know one is home to the cold waters that flow in the rivers and streams that gather at the ocean… Know one is home to be witness to the turning of the earth as day rolls towards night and night towards day… the sun steady in the sky… the earth rotating about her warming us and cooling us in equal measures… Know one is home to the tides that rise and fall… to the warmth of the spring winds or the cool of the autumn’s breeze… Know one is home to the changes in each day… to the colors of the wind… for the simplest of joys… Every one is wrapped up in the day and know one is home to see the wonder of each day…

By living we know more… by being part of the experience we achieve more… by including ourselves in the observation we become part of the observed and therefore part of the experience… We are knot as some would like us to believe separate from what is happening around us we are part of what is happening… and each day we live the experience we know more about life… about love, about respect, about the earth we reside on… Each and every day we learn something that will aid us as we go forward in time… By experience we have gotten this far… think how much further we can go knowing what we now know…

Back we go to move forward… Back we step to distract ourselves long enough so that we may see hear and feel what is before us… Back we slip to sit in the memories of other times sew that what seams we have sewn remain strong for even if we pursue our future we still have the before times to rest on… Back we often go to use the tools we have learned… we are the products of our experience… each block built one daily experience at a time… what we learn from today we carry with us unconscious some times but mostly as conscious thoughts we utilize as we live the present of today… There is not much of what I write that is worth repeating only the fact that I do write is worth repeating for the fact that I do speaks volumes while the words themselves leave more for the imagination to carry on… and carry on the imagination will… for time and money are limits that are outside the realm of my imagination for they are useless there… color, limitless possibilities, love, desire, passion all exist inside the confines of my world created for me by me… Back we step some times to gain perspective on reality and fantasy… across the river of dreams I wade… reaching the other side I wonder… if the journey was worth it and I smile for I know that each step has altered me in the most profound ways…

I have paid little attention to anything having been wrapped in my own world for some time… I have been taken away and now I find it difficult to find my way back to some places… I wish to go there but the path ways have changed… such is the way of things… I can know longer go the way I wish I must go the way that is before me… Some people I will find again and others I will knot… that is the way of destiny… if we are destined to reconnect we will… If we are knot then we will knot… I can afford the philosophy… it is only what was left to me… well they know where I am… even if I have lost them in the some place else…

Barriers have been placed before me… I see them… struggle with them… curse them for how they make me over come the obstacles to ease at witch I wish to wander… A ride to the end of my own dreams… I am awash in the sweat of my own making… a sweet sense of accomplishment… today the gifts of time have been favorable… the words were read and cast aside… for each day that passes leaves less of a feeling… the memories are fading… the strength of my grasp slipping away… I am alone once more… the silence deafening… it is as it should always have been… the fantasy is that I will knot be alone… the reality is that I am… alone in this quest… in this calling… in this need that I have… to share it is to open myself to others and while I believe I have… I guess I have done a poor job of it… for while I search I find know one… and he sits with me and speaks knot a word…