Lets take that chance and find a way to unravel the mystery of each other… lets consider our ideas… expressions… source of our wisdom that we gathered as we lived each and every day… lets wander along a road or two and see if the company suits us… today is an opportunity to consider the possibility… a hand stretched out… taken… thoughts fill the air and suddenly the day seems just that small bit different now… all for the sound of a letter… dawn is pushing her delight over the eastern sky… possibilities float endlessly with her… lets grasp hold of just one of the many that catch our eye and fill a day with discussion… within allowing the mystery of each life to unfold…lets take a chance…

Success is a yard stick of a degree… a way to measure ones achievements… the degree of ones success is centered within the limits they provide… a success to one is a starting point for another… the opportunity before us is one of connection… of sharing the time in between successes… I believe that when words fall before ones eyes that fate plays a part in such dynamics for a reason… they are written for a reason… they are seen by certain individuals for a reason… time… the seconds we allow ourselves… the avenues of our success… our art… a balancing of situations we are willing to consider as possibilities to add to our already busy agendas… I am more of a wanderer… then a planner… more of a come as you are… then a get prepared and go out… I like the gentle words of people unfolding the mystery of who they are versus the list of who they are… the list in all ways leaves out the important factors… time tells us all that we need to know and we reach a place where time becomes the currency we desire most… the success we have is measured in the time we take to in joy the wonder we have achieved else where… Maybe there is something in words… in posting words for others to fall upon and consider… maybe there is some thing to know more about… or maybe it is just two ships passing… one meandering… the other on a specific course… either way… some thing seems appropriate for me to open the door further and peek inside…

Busy we are at times… so busy that we put others in place to filter the information… we ask for an idea of compatibility… we want a range or listing from those interested…we are so busy we have not the time to sit and read… is it a wonder that we are lonely where it matters most… at the end of the day all the powers that one has in being famous or professional or success full land at ones doorstep… being so busy one has to have another filter their mail is sort of interesting when one is that busy how do they have time be alone..? at the end of the day… when they are without the trappings of famous… professional… success… when they are just who they are… they simply have no clue… of who the true connections are… what they are seeking is a true friend uninterested in the façade of success or notoriety… unfortunately what they will receive is people of like mind… who will never challenge them… to be real… for they themselves are trapped within the realm of such busy nests that they have knot the time to seek… only the time for the convenience…

If we know… then we are capable of accomplishing what we have before us… opportunity comes to mind… a teasing… a challenge to put to the test those abilities we have gained in the lessons of our life time… survival teaches us… the experiment of living each day allows us endless possibilities to twist and turn to small degrees the responses we allow ourselves to consider… the best of who we are is often left in the imagination… closed off in our mind while some program runs wild… responding to the external forces surrounding us… at times we are unsure who this person is… the button was pushed and we went off track into some wild place… and when it is over… instead of learning the process and removing the button that some other pushed we leave it there to be manipulated again and again… insanity is the belief that things will change while we do the same exact things over and over… if we change us the world must change to accommodate us… if we change our reaction they must change theirs… in truth we can only control us… our state… of being… others… well they have to deal with themselves… and it is certainly the song of the day to place the baggage of ones life on the shoulders of another… at what point do we take responsibility for our own actions… and stop the endless prattle… there arrives in every ones life a moment when they have to shoulder the yoke… feel the burden of what life is… now they can allow that to crush them… of simply find ways to make the load less…the truth is they have to do it…

What we know we have to do and what we do is often opposites… easier to fall into the routine of what we have in all ways done… then to consider the alternatives… until some one calls us out… reminds us that we have a talent for being better… a strength within that stirs… a tireless spirit of adventure that longs to be free of the responsibilities of others… yet we shoulder them… for those who refuse to accept it… and in turn we enable them… like others did to us… until we fell so deep and so low there was nothing left but a single light of hope we could cling to… we know the way… yet we follow another way… an easier road… that will lead us some place… but knot to the place we desire so deeply to be going towards… the filtering of words… of placing before us avenues or barriers to the wishes we have… so that we can vent or strike out at the world… when in reality it is us… we are the them that holds us… chained to the routine of our day… our life… stuck in the mud filled cycle of scream to scream…

People of a spiritual nature miss the spirit of their nature… for themselves… for others it is a basic element they can capture… see… feel… but for them… it is elusive… and fleeting…some thing they struggle to apply within the realm of their own life times…

That certain thing… is sought after by the imagination… the knowing that our creativity insists is there in the world around us some where… the existence of a special entity that allows for us that certain bit of thing… the tale is that it is just there… a first sight awakening… a first touch knowing… a first time crash that lingers for a life time… in truth for a few it happens in just that way… for others… it builds over time… the some thing to talk about appears to their eyes as they grow together… inspired by the attention each gives to the other… the freedom and encouragement to be that special some one… friend… lover… soul mate… a kind of loving energy that speaks to the heart of the matter…that certain thing that is sought after is a reaction we allow ourselves to have… with some one we feel open enough with… safe are the movie stars… the pen pals… the faces we see on bill boards and advertisements… we can feel the certain some thing within us stir as we look into the cold eyes of a picture…or the imagined eyes of a fantasy… forgetting that we are some ones fantasy… that we are some ones dream person… that we are some ones interest and love… that we are being dreamed of… that certain thing is within our ability to trip… within our ability to let out… to seek out the ones who are interested in the attention to the details that spark us… that awaken our desire… our passion… our lust for life in such a way as to make us drip with anticipation of the next word… they keep us on the edge… such that a single touch will full fill our every dream… we are that person to others… we are the object of their desire and affection… we are the culmination of their dreams…

I learned to be a fool… to let out that certain some thing… to spread it around so that every day I fall in love all over again… so sure I am willing to be unsure and walk in places that have many falls… many avenues of distraction… I will take the hope of the fool and place it in the hearts of each one who is willing to grasp a peace… hold on to its possibility and live life with that hope… that desire… that special some thing… that gives their day… a thing… some thing to consider within them…

I am not one song… I am many… I am not a single note but an orchestral movement… I am knot one word but a novel filled with scenes being played out effortlessly… I am not one discovery but a thousand… I am knot one day… but a life time of days molded into the present… the history of me is not of one lifetime but of a thousand life times stretched back to the awakening of time… I am knot a single entity of life but a culmination of entities… I carry with me the genetic code of my ancestors… and pass on the wonder of that to my children so they may in joy discover the endless possibilities I just touched upon… I am all the avenues ever built… exploding in all direction at once… I am endless creativity… boundless energy… desire and passion… I am everything and knot one thing… the end and the beginning… a series of beginning and of endings that are my life line to the world in witch I live each day… I am all things… I choose to consider… being…