The time we will spend together is but a fleeting moment… in the end we all go… and looking back we will smile and make a mental note… still the darkness will over shadow all but a few lights that will remain for us… I believe we will all be missed more for what we have held in then for what we let out… The times when silence did not speak… when words should have been and when time granted us opportunity…

For me it is necessary to let go… in this medium the frustrations I have… for the most part they are silent… stirring the waves inside me as they do… once stirred the wave washes over and the ripples move away… I am free of the thoughts… from the ties that bind me…

I can knot answer what is placed before me… I have not the heart to speak this day on anyone inspiration that strikes me… It is a day for letting things be… for just accepting the words that are placed before me as what they are and knot reading into them… or between them… or around them… today is one day to accept what the eyes see… the heart feels and the ears hear…

I have been awake for many hours and I am still… shuffling to the sounds of difference… scattered are my thoughts… my ideas outside structure of reason… critical only of me… I wonder…

All sorts of tastes influence out lives… some we savor for the richness they provide… others we sample and find to be bitter or sweet… some we embrace others we find tasteless or we are unable to stomach… if we had a choice some we would avoid all together in the future… but part of life is dealing with all the tastes placed before us… we learn that with each bitter taste there are sweet ones… for every one we savor there will be those we will find not to our liking… they are influences… the fruits of our passion…

Hello darkness my old friend… starts me on a thought process that I have taken a number of times… it is a path of solitude… of growing up… Being a shy introverted being for so long I knew the taste of silence… and we grew to be friends… I often even now walk with the darkness… speak into the night… the words still have meaning for me… for I dwell in the shadows… more illusion then reality… I have learned to love the edges… to savor the dimming of the light… there was a time when I would long for the glow of another’s thoughts… of being in the lime light… now it is as far from my mind… locked in a recess… I now savor the light that dwells with in me and shines with every word I write and every spark I ignite in another’s mind… darkness is till my friend… and I still talk to the dreams in the shadows that I wander… I have learned to be a force… to write upon the walls others would ignore… to be accepting of the hand of fate… the vision is still within my brain… as an echo… in the wells of silence…

Speechless is a good thing… as is weird in a rather odd sort of way… clueless is a state of being we all wonder in when we think we know… for at that point we close our minds to possibilities… to alternatives… and we become truly what we wish never to be closed minded…

I could not possible respond to all the words that have come to me… there are two many… and they wash over me at a time when I am tired and I have learned to savor such flowing of my imagination to times when I am not so vulnerable… when my head is clear… my mind crisp… it is late and the hour of sleep approached yet I am still awake… still wandering the halls of my home… it is what father’s due… or is that paying a father’s do… either way I am the one… awaiting the safe return of a child out late on a Saturday evening… night… soon the door will creak… and it will be my time to go…

Sow many will not dive… they choose to wade… they choose to sample slowly the fruit… So many find the path difficult that allows them freedom to walk… they wish to be held in place by the structures and rules… they find the rut to their delight… so many have highs and lows… instead of highs and more highs… the walls of a rut run deep after a time… for with each day we cut a much more rigid way…

We do inspire… everyone we touch… even those we are unaware of… most never know they inspire any one… fro most say nothing to the source… they just use what motivates them unaware they have been touched in this way… Most are unable to define the process that pushes them… prods them… delights them… I am inspired by a word or a phrase… a lie in a song… an expression hidden in the between of lines or words… I separate my thoughts with spaces leaving the imagination room to capture some of the same inspiration that has captured me… We all inspire reactions to ourselves… we all stir the magic of life as we step… we all play in the pool… in the sandbox… on the swings and fields of our dreams… these very small thoughts spark the imagination of others as we touch them along our way… we may never know the reason… or in depth know the person… our reason for being may mystify and cloud our minds for all time… but those we touch know it… they feel the spark within them glow to life… they are aware suddenly of the light that is inside them… they know it and the sense its porpoise… just as quickly it is put aside… for we like the pattern… the routine and the rut of life to over shadow the porpoise… and we get lost in doing the same flawlessly… our minds at search for the one who tripped our delights fantastic and made us aware… we are aware of the way… and we crave its joy with every step we take… How long will it be before we our aware once more…?

Sum things… collections… acquired experiences… moods… energy… a pattern of thought… a routine that plays in the delight of witch we now know… a rut in the road we find ourselves joy filled in… yes, we do being things with us… and when we bump into another… the similarities abound… as do the tragedies.. the differences… the decisions that got us off and moving to this place… our roads cross… intertwine… celebrate the curves… the smooth highways… the welcoming bends to an otherwise straight way… Our ways connect… release… move on… back… loop… twist… turn… flip… circle back around… Our lives encourage… delight and confuse those who sit along the side… we see them invite them in to walk with us… for we know the feeling of being left out… to being on the side while others dance… How dare we ignore them… we see them and extend our hands to free them as we were once freed… at last… or at least… we learn to celebrate the diversity of us… to notice the ruts of our pleasures and strip them aware to search for more delights… to step higher and believe with all our hearts that today’s pleasure is the starting point for more… that we need never feel any worse then the best of this day… and that pane is just a window of opportunity… to see life in a new light…

There are those who while the well is filled and over flowing are unable to savor the drink beyond one sip… They fail to grasp the taste… the need… they turn away from the water… they crave some thing more… witch is less… they dwell in the physical reactions… and never wish to step beyond the need of the one… they are lost in it… the child’s dream of love… the knight, the lady, the charming… failing at each step to see beyond the covering to the ever after… caught by the web of the expression of love… they believe it begins and ends with the kiss… The kiss is the beginning it is however just the beginning… the spirit rises above all of that… stirs more into the participation and makes the emotions effortless and boundless and expectation free… the spirit allows for giving with unending levels… as effortless as the warmth of the sun upon your skin… in never ending waves… There are those who miss the spirit completely… washing themselves in the well and moving on… they miss the pleasure of knowing that love is a spiritual emotion… that transcends the physical hue… the pleasure expands beyond the one… to another… those who share physically know the pleasure is limited… and they soon tire of the pattern, the routine, the rut… while those who have grown past the need experience the pleasure in all ways increasing mores… for the spirit is endless in its desire to give more… that the body can only imagine feeling…

To satisfy another satisfies us… to please another pleases us… to provide for another provides for us… to share with another shares with us… to reveal the gift in another we reveal the gift in us… to be the gift we are requires us to be the gift to others… we can satisfy ourselves and we will feel about that… a deeper more filling satisfaction arises from the actions and gifts that help another to reach the place where they are also filled… where they can savor the drink… and feel satisfied…

The dream begins in a mist… a mystery… a need to unravel the person behind… we are intrigued… captivated by the thought of knowing more… some want answers quickly to questions that are placed before them… others wish to open slowly the gift savoring each fold or bend… wanting to imprint the anticipation on their mind as well as the excitement of the shared moment… The dream begins in a mist of clouded ideas… that scatter in endless circles about… with each word or phrase we open the present… enclose a thought and step forward… in time the mystery is revealed to us… along the way we learn more about our selves… about our ways… about our ideas… about us… we are mysteries even now… and yet we see ourselves as open books… while there is truth in the image… the image is also a façade we place before others… an illusion they must step beyond… to find the reality of the mystery we shroud ourselves in…

If I donut know… then one is hiding… I am unsure enough to be sure of the ways that others go when they go the ways they must… so choose wisely the words… and hide behind the passages that others can see… If I donut know… then I am excluded… I have learned to never ask… to just accept the decisions of others… so it goes… and so do I, I suppose… and in the end I will be remembered not for the mountain of words I placed in this capsule of time but for the words I could knot speak, write or express… funny how fate twists and turns us… funny how the one thing we desire most eludes us… or traps us… for we always get what we need… knot always what we want… but the answer does linger in the need… in ways we never imagined… or planned for… If I donut know… then I am left out of the equation of solitude… and if I am knot one then I am many… and it is not solitude it is a multitude… can one ever truly be just that…one..? If I donut know the answer I am answer less I know a bite of this before I decide… it is an illusion to me… until I taste the fruits… it is a mystery to me until I unravel it… it is a source of wonder until I bathe myself in the waters it falls from… If I donut know the truth… I sit in the dark pondering the fallacies that are open to me… If I donut know then I am in the darkness seeking the light that will make me aware of the dawn that is approaching… If I have no light of my own… I may never know the truth… for I am kept in the darkness by the actions of others… but that is the truth of life… If I donut know… I am unable to respond to what it is that one seeks shelter from… and so it goes…

The morning has dawned misty and raw… a perfect start to all hallows eve weekend… the time of year when the veil between worlds is thin… and the eyes of the one are on the eyes of the other… it is this night and the night to follow that the mysteries of life are often experienced in celebrations… so much of what we believe is based on untruths that it is difficult to believe in anyone thing… once you realize how much has been altered… The expression that history is written by the winners say a lot about perspective…

There is more to the thought… for one travels such pathways when they sense the need… when they know the ways and the means to witch they must go to find what they wish deeply to have… There is more to the words then what one has placed… for it is part of what you go in search of… that lures you to step away from the comforts you have… Yes we keep them with us… close to us… surround ourselves with them… they are the blanket that warms us… but path finders are never comfortable in places where there are no paths to find… or places to search… or explorations to take… the path you have chosen is an adventure… a soul search… so there is more to the words you write… more to the thoughts you have and more to the life you are about to step into… and this more is what you have been seeking…

I am having what is placed before me… know more… each serving has a bit of each sprinkled over the previous one… a taste of each savored for all its diversity and color… I am having some of what you give to me served as inspiration to trip my mind in endless loops and spirals… I am having some of the most delicious thoughts I am allowed to have so that I may close my eyes and when I open them I may catch a glimpse of the dream before it fades into a more interesting reality… I am having what I desire most… and what I need…

We are all blessed in some way… Being a non-religious more spiritual person has its positives for I can see the blessings each person has… Life in itself is a blessing the sharing of life of the gift of life is a blessing… in that respect we are all blessed each day we wake up and are capable of leaving our beds… We are blessed with passion, with desire, we a drive to succeed… We are blessed with attitude and dedication in the tasks we choose to take on as our own… We are all blessed in some way… it is the definition of us…

A common thread exists… each of us uses it… it connects us in some way… leaving an image upon our tapestry… the expression of our lives carries a symbol of this connection… It carries a singular set of stitching… that connects this peace to the next… it is what makes us complete… at any time… at any one moment we are the stitching that binds us… we are holding the thread and weaving it… joining this day to the other days we have lived… This common thread is the symbol of all the ways in witch we are similar… it is also the symbol of diversity… for while the thread is common… how we use it is left to the individual artist… and each of us has a style and a creative sense all our own…

Words are for me the pallet I use… they color my otherwise picturesque world more vividly… more joy fully… Words are the brush strokes of my artistry… they are for me the passion… the desire… the need… I am a writer because I write… because I choose to use that form of self expression… fearlessly steps the artist upon the fields they dare to dream and live… fear knot the critic nor the fellow artist… for each that judges will be judged and he who embraces all shall be embraced… Words are for me the cultivated ground ready to accept the seeds…

Certain hungers never fade… can never be satisfied… for each bit creates a want for more… a desire to explore deeper… a craving to know all there is to know… Certain hungers are only fed with journeys and explorations that last lifetimes…

Serious and me… are not usually two that walk together… serious is well way to serious for me… and I am way to frivolous for him… so it is unusual that we are used in the same sentence… I have to say that I am rarely if ever serious about any one thing… Some how I find a way to twist the logic on its head and see the other side of the coin… I am a dreamer… who believes in taking the limits and pushing them further and further away… and if serious is walking with me it is time to push a bit harder…

At times I wish to be free from the responsibilities… just a few days when I can be just me… walk the streets… without having to be some where or buying some thing or doing some little chore… where I can be free… it is a fleeting sensation that I guess happens to all of us where the piles of responsibility mount and for a moment we just wish it to all move away for a time… so as we can catch our balance…

Thoughts provoke… intertwined in mind… a stirring of the imagination… an awakening of the soul… thoughts mingle… in the sounds that silence makes… the sounds of hearts… of breathing… of warm waters wrapping around ones being… thoughts provoke the mind to push beyond the realm… to stretch the imagination… to swing open the doors… I am skewered… and left to sit upon the stake… aflame… aglow… a burning ember… the source of ignition of a fire more ravenous then one can feed… then one can contain within them selves… if burns across time and space and ignites others to glowing… consumed I am at times within the magic of these flames… ravaged by them… burnt around the edges… Thoughts provoke responses… they stir the waters tepid… warm… heated by the fires that glow inside… the pools ignite… they erupt in explosions… passionate are the nights to awakened the dawn that smiles share… thoughts do provoke responses in me… in the air… in the magic of two…

Every so often we need to step out of the dream… the dream is not reality… reality is a path way to the dream… so every so often we have to experience a bit of reality to give perspective to where we are going… to what we are doing… in that moment we step out… so that we can step back in… to the dream… the wish… the fantasy…

Under the influence of some thing… a drink that I savor… or a presence that I long for… or a combination of time and space to be at peace within… Matter is substance… problems are opportunities to do some thing different now are they knot?

This hunger is never satisfied… it feeds on itself… and with every bit we take in… a desire for more builds… a passion for more delights us… ignites our imaginations… after a time we will lust for more… for each dawn… for each sun set… for each hour… minute and second… in time we get lost in the passion for more and accept the wonder of it as it drips over us…

One stands they are torn… wanting to… needing to… wishing to… they are torn… the more they wish for is at the tips of fingers stretched out… the magic of the electricity pulses across the slight space… one stands… the tearing away… calls to them…

Another looks from a far off place… it is not distance of mine but a distance of miles… the mine is near even far off… in all ways there is the sharing of the spirit…

We often want what another has… or is having… for the matter is one of perspective… a matter of dealing with the intimacies of our lives… there is a statement that I believe is central to this theme of knowing and then growing past the learning… and that is “sex changes a relationship”… the intimacy though inferred before and kidded about and maybe even shared in words or fantasies hold such anticipation… such promise… such are the things dreams are made of… and some things should remain as dreams… for once one steps out of the dream into the reality the reality has flaws we are not prepared to deal with… we want and we desire…w e crave in detail the intimacy… and when we reach that gift of sharing as complete as it can be… we are often not able to put our lives back into that perspective… Love changes relationships… it alters our perspective… passion changes relationships… it intensifies the wonder we feel and have for one another… desire changes a relationship… as does greed and selfishness… these are all emotions we have… while greed can be good… it can also restrict the need of the other… I believe we want to share in the joy of another’s tears spilled because they feel love so deeply it fills them to the point of spilling forth… I believe we all wish to be part of a relationship that encourages us to be more to give more to want more… out of life and each day then we once dreamed… I believe in changing relationships… in turning them over and pulling from them all that we can pull forth… I believe in the creative spirit that moves us… that challenges us to be the best we can be… Ultimately I want to step out of the dream, the fantasy and experience the reality with all its flaws… for to me the flaws are what makes the reality more enticing… more desirable to me… the fantasy while fabulous is nothing like the reality one can make with true friendships…

Our talents are more then we know… more then we realize… our talents extend beyond the words we speak or write… they are more dynamic then the sounds we utter in our deepest state of passion… our talents are more then we dream or fantasize about… our talents are not in the words we write or the pictures we draw of music we some how create… our talent is in the sharing of those intimate things we do… our talent is in the sharing of the gift of ourselves with some ones… the more we do so the more smiles we create… the more passion we stir and the more selfish desires we satisfy…

Afraid are we some times… knot often do we hesitate… are we stopped… moved off track… given time to dwell on possibilities outside our realm… the world in witch we reside… Afraid are we to look into the eyes that fate brings to us… to stir the illogic… the emotions that are there… to complete a journey we began… there are benefits in the moments one can share along the way… benefits that friends hold…

There is no means by witch I could scare anyone… other then being who I am… and while some will see and go screaming into the night… others will knot miss a step…

What I feel I cannot say… for I have no words for it… an awareness of the change in the wind… a change in the direction of my journey… I sense it more then I know it… a stillness of the wind… a coming about of the sails… that moment when all is still… just before the wind catches up… and fills the sails once more…

A day of solitude… a day to let others catch up with what they must catch up with…

All that happens… does so for a reason… all that is, is part of a plan… the common thread links us… in needs, in wants, in desires to be or knot to be… A chance taken is one opportunity answered… one possibility eliminated… it is happening as you wished one day upon a star… as you cast your desire to the four winds of change…

Sensuality is how one wraps the words… about themselves… is how one takes the written text and steps inside the folds… the spaces in between… it is all about the reader being involved intimately in the words written by the author… with each gaze they take in… they stir the emotions and the result is a moving experience for the mind, the body and the soul…

Waves… an expression of an emotion… a state of being where our breaths are taken away… where we stand in awe of the feeling we are dwelling in… a wave washes over us and we slip beneath the surface of the waters and are filled with the sensual pleasure of immersion…

The morning dawns once more… what light it is that shines so clear to awakened my heart to the wonder of this day..? It is a delight that shakes me and wraps me in its space… a delight that unfolds before me… One cannot imagine the lift that sleeps brings… until one sleeps in bliss… until one sleeps in the arms of solitude and wonder of what the silence of a smile means to the mind, the heart the soul… I am wrapped in a warmth generated by thought… and my thoughts are of a smooth nature and blessed with a smile so deep and so sensual… I am knot focused nor do I wish to be…

I guess it depends on who one is poking and where they are poking them… the force at witch one pokes then comes into play…

A pattern… a weave… it is but a glass to reflect… an image to see… a step in the write direction that is wrong from a perspective shown… I step… and I move… I wonder around… wandering in the solitude of thought… I am disallowed the same considerations… entangled in the web of words we become who we are in the delight of what we now know… The person who manipulates the process and makes us think outside the bun as it were changes our patterns… our weave of the thread of time in our day… we both respect and defy that logic that pulls us from the rut we burrow into…

Morning breaks the routine of sleep… of dreaming… morning calls one to awaken the desire, the passion… morning builds within us a need to use our creative minds to influence the course of the day… to generate a smile a thought of being loved… a knowledge of being rocked and rolled and twisted in all ways that are possible… Dawn opens my mind and opens my heart… I soul search in the delight of the morning air… I like the extremes of time… early morning and late night… I in joy wonder about the solitude of mind that allows me to walk the paths I choose… I sit inside hue… wrapped in the present shared entwined in hue… it is a sensual thought… a thought of being one with the universe of being complete… of accepting what is completely… the choice has been taken from me… and I choose to allow the desire to build… the passion to be fed and the need to grow… the eternal spring washes over me… once more today… once more tomorrow… once more till the end of my days… I am aglow in the delight of this morning’s shared silence… shared thoughts… shared words spoken across time… I am transfixed by the image of you smiling in the distance feeling every expression touch you… sending shivers of wonder along your every cell… an explosion is brewing… as the magic is stirred faster and faster…

The time in between fills with thoughts… with anticipation of the time yet to be… each minute is a block we build upon… a section of the illusion or reality we hear… we shudder to think… we shudder to life… we slip into the moment we hear the phone ring out… we want it… and we desire it… it is just the ice cream we deserve… the reward for all the work we have done… and to think we refused it once… held it off at arms length because we believed… well what did we believe then… it does not matter… for now we believe we can… and we do in the between times all the wonders our imagination can twist and turn in our minds… We are trapped in a wondrous spiral and we are going down and in joy spinning slowly in an embrace of the time… we want more… a lust almost… a selfish indulgence… a passion to feed ourselves to the wolves… to be ravaged by thought, emotion… to be loved endlessly effortlessly… passionately… the dream happens in the between times… we are passionate for our just rewards… for our needs… for our wants… for our desires to fill the void… to be complete in all ways…

More then we know exists… we see in the reflection our limitations… the obvious eludes us as we search the vision before our eyes for flaws… for dents… for the dings… we hesitate to over look the least trace of wear or tear… we point it out for all eyes to seize upon… finding humor in the angst of us… we come up short… often we are not puzzled by who we are as much as by who we could be… who we desire to be… there is more to know of you then you imagine knowing… it is what others find mysterious about you that delights them… you see the flaws as the central point of focus… where I see flaws as delight filled traces… endless curves… and opportunities for wondering… it is our flaws that make us interesting… our challenges that makes us the people we are… more then you know exists in hue… rejoice… for while you may hesitate in the much to be known… I jump into the dream with both feet…

Hunger enraptures… it pulls the mind to places… leaves… fall… times turn… passing… we are tranquil in the silence that follows… one upon the other… still… silence as breaths are taken… the rhythm of time passing… entangled in the web of wonder sit… for time is still and holds the moments in his hand… slowing the process all the way down… splitting the seconds into thousands and then tens of thousands… so we experience the completeness of being in time… hunger fed satisfied that more is possible we seek its taste upon our lips… hunger drives the passion for more of what is craved and the spice of desire filters into us… the hue we share is a blend of two… neither I nor you… but a hue shared in crossing one to another be… so that neither one nor the other exists for a time… but another complete in the rhythm… accented by the rhyme… music plays in the silence that lingers as hands move and eyes meet… hunger wetted in appetite be… plays out in sighs that morning brings… the mind reflects the mirrors wish… to see the darkness as one long kiss… to rise before the dawn and whisper longings to the morning star… and they to rest upon the soft shoulders that travel wearily from afar off place to be sheltered in the storm that rages within thee… call to me a wish is made… and from the wish a dream became… a dream once fantasy now is true… accept the illogic as it becomes wrapped within hue and stirs the soul and mind and body… the spirit of the wish comes true… for logic stands with nothing new to take to task or cast aside… the reason for the rhyme unknown to those who wander here… accept is as a gift come near… Hunger feeds the need for more and stirs the body to play… to soar above the limits we set in place… to see beyond the now to grace the tears that shed in happy times to soothe the mind in all the ways… that tears can bring much joy… much pleasure as they roll off tongues and leisurely move to another’s lips… to taste the sweetness of a salty kiss… hunger wraps me and feeds me more… an opportunity to please knocks on my door… I stand in silence taking it in… feeding my desire and toying with the sin of thought… that others know… that others feed the hunger within me that grows… and all this time it has been hue that shared… color my present in a shared sort of blue that skies long to reach and heavens two… lined with clouds white and tinged… with the azure color created by two sets of magic that glow and shimmer… to reach beyond life… to sit within the tremors of time and space and earth distant moved… the hunger feeds me once more with hue…

The joints hold us… and remind us that time has passed over us a few summers… autumns and winter times though summer’s rekindle the child within the winter reminds us of the experiences of growing…

Why is it that people say live instead of in person… experience the event as it is happening… one does not go to event to see it dead… as the opposite of live would be… I saw that live… meaning I was there… yet the opposite of live is dead… so the rest of us saw it dead… as in a dead ball game… witch is quite boring to watch… as most base balls games are to being with… but a dead one well… even more so… Once when told my niece was attending a live Christian concert… I inquired if she had seen any dead ones…? Dead Christian music is probably more appealing to some of us then the live version… Having been a Christian all my life I wonder if the music is live or does it point us toward death… ? Music is a celebration so there fore it is in all ways experienced in person… it ripples through us… Test me… my limits… my journey towards or away… New England is the opposite of Old England and given reference as New Jersey is one to Jersey another place in time held sacred by those who crossed the bridge to settle here…

Me I am an expert on nothing… I believe people see me as a nut… one pack short of a case… one card short of a full deck… one floor short of the top… elevator stops short… one nut short of a full pack… I believe that others see me as an interesting distraction… but an expert… knot in any one thing at all…

Shaken and stirred… a classic line or two… mingled… entangled… wrapped in prose… in the rhythm of ones thoughts… To write is to live to me as to paint is to live for you… to limit that would be to cut ones hand off… shaken I stir and wonder…

My eyes are as tainted as any… they see what they are trained to see… they filter out what others see… I am blind to what is before me as much as I am open to what is there… Since we are incapable of seeing all we train ourselves to see what we open our minds to… the rest is still there we just over look it… until we are made aware of it… then we see it… some times at the cost of another view…

Souls wash… one into another… in the movement they touch… a touch that is gentle… there is no other way to be… of course I am knot an expert on others… just a minor in knowing me… and I still amaze me at times… so who am I to disagree or agree with a perspective another has… One soul will wash across me and touch me in a profound way… another will wash across and leave just a trace of knowing… witch one is more telling of them or me…?

Most of us fear some thing… it is usually what we shy away from… once we face that witch we fear it no longer controls us… that is not to say we traverse along that path often… it is just some thing we avoid because we have a preference in another direction as oppose to fearing any steps in that direction…

Experts only exist in the minds of those willing to accept the opinion of another over investigating for themselves… some of this is rather good… some a poor excuse for doing ones own business… I have learned that while others may see me as an expert in some subject I never feel I know enough… I am always looking to know more… I prefer to know a little about a lot of things then to know a lot about a few things… to me being an expert is not the point… satisfying ones curiosity is…

Limits are barriers to further knowledge… limits test our decisions and pout us into binds… place us at advantage and disadvantage… limits work for and against us… it is the one who is flexible enough to form their own and to modify them as necessary that is success filled… life has limits… the day… seasons… yet we wish to expand them to the next degree… to use all we can within the structure that for us seems impossible to move… faster and faster we want to move when I see limits as the slow moving vehicles on a crowded highway… as soon as you pass on another looms into view…

Our quest is to find the answer we seek… we carry the void with us… in search of the proper light to shine in… in time with time we wander a bit and find a flicker or an ember to toss in… in deep darkness those attempts will fail to light the emptiness of indecision… eventually we learn that the light is an internal one… and when we put it on it guides us and clears the face of things illuminating the way that shines before us… we only need believe…

Today dawns and I am wrapped in this sense of destiny… of fate moving me in a direction… of immovable objects changing course… a collision in the making… two paths set apart coming together at a cross road some place on down the line…

There are time for everything… and some times the sound of another’s voice calms the soul… and soothes the mind… the heart longs for change… longs for the possibility… and we spoil ourselves with dreams, wishes, illusions that trip our delights… the physical hue shines and shimmers… simmering the heat waves over us… panting we rise up and dawn is before us… just another… or is it… for a time we sit… in the dream… lost in the moment… waddling deeper into the stillness of the water… wanting to sink below the surface… needing some thing we can only see but knot touch… hear but not grasp…

Strange the reaction I some times get… After all I am just being me… just little old me… Shirley I jest with you… or is that joust… what ever it is… I am doing it… or am I… maybe I am just stirring the mixture of the madness… maybe I am the match that is used to ignite the passion… or maybe I am just a bump in the road… or a thorn in the ass of progress… some where along the line I will be all of these things… if you keep going that is part of the eventuality of life… to be all things to all people… a little bite of all that is mixes well to form a tapestry… a thread of connection…