The wind changes… of these changes there are passages… glances of the touch that makes for intuitive alterations to ones steps… a slight hesitation… a push or pull to move aside and go down a road less traveled… what we do with the time we have… how it is crafted by our hands… the soft step of our feet… makes all the difference in the end… what is done with the end we give in to… a soft end… to snuggle up two… a hard end… that we bounce off of… a large end to rest our weary tides… a small end to pass over… the kind we have most often is the one we try desperately knot to have… funny how that works out…

I know… I know of things less seen… of places less traveled… I know to trust in the steps I take… in the hands that reach me… trust while difficult at times does happen… it takes that element of time we are willing to grant… you will trust when the time to trust is within your capacity to do so… matters only to that…what makes this moment different… I am unsure what it will be for you…what small measure will tip the scale to the side of trust… it will happen as intimacy is impossible without trust… without the ability to let go of this world and embrace another… I now that I once thought different… now I think in a totally altered perspective… The tail of my life is nothing like the nose… the beginning… the early tides were more shallow… yet the tide did change… the winds altered my sail and now I choose to do different things with the time I have… eventually the hand will trust the fingers enough to let go and you will see some thing magical come forth… the words are just words until the artist imbues them with magic…

The edge is an unconscious awareness…one that we are blind to… deaf to… it is a place our mind goes knot yet… it is the elusive obvious… much like an answer to a quest we have been on… when we have the words… the experience they change all the other words and experiences we have had… I often use the expression that hue are the gift… because so many people are searching for that ability of trait or skill that they do well… or the one thing that their religion or parents told them about… suddenly they are in search of this mystical who they are… my journey led me to believe that while the search was interesting it only brought forth that witch was already there… like in the Wizard of Oz… all that one was… was write in their own back yard… it is each of us that is that gift to each other… it is not an obvious answer for our minds for a long time refuse to allow us such a simple and straight forward response… it simply can knot be so easy… the meaning of my life is to be me… to be this person I am… well in a way… the meaning of your life and the gift of your life is to be who you are and to share what is within that… to open the door… to push the envelopes of time… space… ideas… memories… life times… knowledge… art… expressions… to challenge oneself… each other… to let the barriers we have built down… that mountain of us to become less of a challenge… that wall less of a fortress… the smiles to arrive easier… the tears of joy more… to see in each dawn a possibility that this day may bring… to arrive at each dusk exhausted by the ride… to give all and find we have an endless supply to give… the edge is not an obvious place… until we are aware of the boundaries we refuse to cross… the places where our imagination stops… the beliefs that hold us within… the routines that steal from our senses what is happening… one day I woke up and find myself a shadow of who I once was and I wondered how it got to be… slowly… over time… the present is all the gift we ever need…

There is more to each… to every soul… there is this blindness we have for ourselves… very few have the sense to grasp it and take it with them from the child we once were… in the course of growing up we leave behind these small elements of attitude… imagination… perception… reduce them down to a select few we can use for adult purposes… the rest we leave in the world of our child hood… how far is your edge… where does it limit hue… in reality only… what is the point of telling you… maybe confusing you… possibly frustrating you… some times we are chosen to do things for a reason… by the mere fact that we went a similar way… the sharing of that and the encouragement to be who you are… are often all that is necessary… a simple inspiration can take some one to the edge of their being where they stand atop a mountain and for the first time glance at the world of the other side… we can be adventurous outside… and never venture within… my sense is that the adventure with you is a meditative… spiritual journey more then a physical one… however it does have a physical element to it… I sense this…

I have in all ways felt that there was this spark beneath the obvious… that you get close two when writing to me… and just when you sense that you are about to edge over you step back… wanting to release some thing of that inner soul and yet fear filled that it might leak out… that by adding that some thing you would violate this correspond dance of ours… it does tease my thoughts… occasionally I have imagined our souls sitting across time speaking in dreams to one another… just enough information… to wet appetites… so to speak… the sense that there is this peace… that is speaking to you to bring forth… to share what you fear… on the surface of things you share a lot with me… maybe more then with others… I am interested however in my intuition as it regards hue… and I keep hearing what you write and reading what you believe and through all of that I sense this fire… this some thing deep down within you that wishes to be pulled free… and we get there every so often in my wanderings we get there and suddenly that witch you wished to say… falls silent… I have a quote on one of my journals that says we are remembered more for what we didn’t say then for what we did… or some thing along those lines… I keep hearing what is not written down… what is not expressed in words… what is implied in imagination of my thought… I am so used to the combination of reality and fantasy that at times the two mingle so effortlessly in my mind that what seems impossible to others is within the reach of my hand… I wandered off for a time once and wondered about the where I was or going two… found a friend within the mist of things… as we spoke over times and places we had been and journeys we had taken it came to pass that we had in our own times and ways walked the similar yet different choices to reach the place we found ourselves up on the rock that was a foundation of sorts that shuffled the deck of our cards and left us both with one that was face up now in time… standing there we played the game for it was our destiny to do so and when time arrived we continued the journey that is our life time… what was learned in a moment by the face of a card of sorts tells… speaks… swirls the magic of night with day… some times we need to talk until the words fall silent in our minds and we say what is in our hearts… so our souls can speak freely unbound by emotions… I sense the wave of emotions… that grabs the souls voice just before it speaks… I hear a whisper so faint yet loud… so distant yet near… and then it is gone… snatched away and hidden once more deep within the recess of ones heart… I am nothing if not patient… the wonder of hue speaks to me when once it hid… the passion you hide glows in the delight of what I speak… the magic within you swirls deep… people like us sense more… then what is placed before our eyes or ears… so next time you find the edge… step over and let the words flow… you may find the exercise revealing…

We have all the time necessary… just enough of some thing is plenty… however being the fragile entities we are… we wish for longer stays within the better parts and shorter stays within the routine… time holds us in envelopes… fastened to places or assignments we have… the busier we become the more we in joy the steps we are taking to reach the next day… the less we have to accomplish the more burdensome the light becomes to us… our attitudes are endless drivers of the road we are on… a good one allows for the bumps knot to stop us… a bad one allows all that can get in our way… we have the necessary time to reach our goals… even those lives that are shortened by decisions or choices have filled their destiny… that is a difficult thought… I have faced its raw anguish and loss… and been left with a sense of imperfection… that if only I had more time… I know now that even if I had more of the elusive element the result would have been similar… for the choices made were the destiny of the one making them… and they needed some thing more then I could provide… until now that gift of knowledge I did not possess… I can only move forward with what I have… fragile we are in our strength of being… when it all comes down we crash but until that time we are beyond measure in our abilities to endure the night… the day… the routine of time… once in the pleasure we let go and let the magic of time warm our souls once more…

All is right with the world in single moments… at times of rest before the awakening of the home… dogs curled up on their pillows… the soft billowing of music… the gentle spray of time washing over the day… as light creeps in… as dawn rises the greet us… the image of a stately presence…

I said I would wait on the fringes of time… wander the limits of ones imagination… get lost for a time in the quite of the trees along the boundaries of the clearing that so much has defined the gathering of souls for me… the loss of words or silence of sound has disturbed me… it is not me that has lost their voice… or the imagination for living… the temptation is to speak… to shout from the distance that it is not to be… these are not my choices or decisions to make… I said I would step away from the precipice of time and leave this journey to your soul… in the realm of dreams we speak… a voice of reality tainted… in imagination we wander… once more the illusion… time will make what I for told real… in a decade of lost time… a passage will be made… the silence of the curtain will fall… if time permits a reunion I will be there…

The time we have is just enough…how we use it… the time we have is what makes us who we are… the avenue of our choices takes us… we have the time we need… if only we use it in the best of ways… the stirring of what is real with a touch of illusion is for me just the write amount of magic… just the correct pinch of that some thing interesting… that sparks the interest and ruffles the feathers…

The best sex is that witch happens in the reality of your life… as good or great the illusion is… it is nothing compared to the reality of emotions… embraced and entwined…

Never was I a good student… knot even now… while I love to learn… I am knot one to deal with the structure of education as it exists… so much more it can be… yet it is knot… I believe that most teachers fail to real eyes… the beauty they have… the good students… are just able to bring forth the answers they seek… the ones like me are more in tuned to who they are… I believe most teachers believe and encourage us to be an individual on the surface… while underneath they more toward uniformity… it is just easier to teach in that environment… there are exceptions of course… numerous ones in my life that stand out even to this day…like all things… the truly gifted… have that ability to see in us what we ourselves sense and then they can pull it out so we as well as others know… that awareness and encouragement does us well…

What ever it is called… fate… intuition… we know our way… how we know it… matters… little… that we listen to that voice or notion makes for all the difference…

I am on a curb… a little lip above the street… a stepping off point or place… foot in limbo not quite there nor quite in full motion… the motion enticed by the appearance of a goal worthy of stepping in a direction… a curved sphere of time revolving around another… an embrace of ideas… how we get to where we are matters little… as long as we get there in our time… to knot get there is the true indulgence to the good time… stepping off the curb and forever fielding the curves and straights… I am on the cusp of things… appreciating the way I have managed to get here from there… the edge of madness it is at times… and at times the pure indulgence of the poetic spirit… I am on my second life time of learning new and interesting ways… I am once more a student of life… not for the degrees or the prestige of higher learning… more for the in joy mint that I can savor over conversations… correspond dances and musical interludes as they swirl into my life… these are the curves I am on… the curbs I am perched upon… the levels of my creative madness…

A place exists for all things… all things have their place… knowing what that place is often times allows for proper placement… just because we advertise does not mean we want what ever comes along… in fact our desire to find an answer is knot an indication of our impending decision… looking for does not automatically lead to finding the proper fit… improper fits are a plenty… they occupy the multitudes… there are in factual reality more improper fits then proper fits… then sure fits… or perfect imperfections…

Time the elusive element is best spent creating that witch we will remember… shared moments… a reflection of time in a mirror or in a pool we gaze into… the hand across time reacquainting us to where we are… who we are… what life is… or can be if we have the strength… the courage to live it… we read about lives… about challenges that are taken on… some success full… some knot… every day the majority of us succeed… the vast minority we are led to believe is really that… a small percentage… who have for what ever reason stopped… sat down by the side and are waiting… some are pulled over by the lure of a better life or happiness in a substance… others are stopped by tragedy… or by their ability mental or physical to cope with the complexities of living… if we spend our time elusive as it is with those we gain an insight into life… living that others who rush on by miss… compassion is a gift knot all have to share… for it is such a gift that stops us… makes us aware… the straight and narrow minded never grasp the fringes for their senses are directed before them and never to one side or the other… blinded… except for the goal they set for themselves… the lover of the smoother elements of life… the curves and bends are more liberal in their views of the goal to be achieved for if we achieve success at the expense of all those with us… the price we paid is solitude and loneliness… with out the ability to share our joys… our sorrows… we are truly limited… to spend time elusive as it is creating a memory that you will keep is far more wonder full then achieving what one should be doing… for in reality what we should be doing we are… for the one life changed by the touch of a hand will remain viable…

Every soul is a prize… every person a jewel… some are rougher then others and need time so the diamond within shines forth… our experiences with life can lead us to consider ourselves less then we are… important to remember that just because one sees things in a certain way does not make that the complete truth… or even viable so many years later… a teacher once told me I could knot write… interesting comment… it explains why I never wrote anything for almost twenty five years and I certainly never shared it with anyone… the problem was that I believed them… a silly belief trapped me in creative silence for twenty five years… it is so humorous now but I carried that one comment with me all that time… then I began to think of how many other beliefs I had that trapped me… political ones… religious ones… beliefs about life… about skills… possibilities… opportunities… about who I was… my abilities to manage my own life and the lives of my family… the decisions I have made and those I will make to the end of my life times… if the change of one belief opened the door to all these others questions and naturally led to the changes in other beliefs I wondered how many times I had ignore the knock of opportunity… I had avoided the hand of fate… I had turned my attention to the narrow path when the more adventurous one tugged at my shoulder… life at once became knot what to avoid… butt what to embrace… to hug… to bring to ones heart and soul the physical present… to share space… time… the art of another… to cultivate friendships across the world… to stir some magic within and turn the straight path I once wandered into a rolling hill and winding trail that I embraced with the curiosity of a child… every soul is a prize… not for its physical beauty or youth filled exuberance… more for its knowledge and experience of life times past and present… so many develop a sarcastic edge and I am one who walls the edge of sarcasm… or irony… so I know that behind that façade is a deeper ouch… a sensitive spot that I do my best to reach into and pull out from behind that hiding place… things of a sensitive nature should be brought into the delight of day… so we cure the sensitivity… I was told I could knot write and I hide that hurt that sensitive spot for years until some one reached in and pulled it out of me… a single inspiration… that has for ten years or more inspired me and continues to inspire me to write… to create with words that witch some well intention instructor felt I did not possess… since that time I have crushed each belief that limited me… that prevented me from moving forward with my life… I kept those that had value… that enriched my life and the lives of those who surround me… when we spot believing we are gifted… that we are the gift… when we stop along the road and wait for the phone call or the message in the bottle… we miss the entire point of living… that is to live… to in joy share the passions we have… the colors of our rainbow… the spirit within our souls… with each and everyone we encounter… the point of letting the towel drop is not the nakedness that it covers of the body… it is more a dropping of the veil that holds in the ouches… the beliefs that are false… that we hold onto… that know longer have the value they once did… once we shake free of the ugly ducking sense of ourselves… and we all have that… even the most glamorous of souls believe themselves to be other wise… we can create a belief that has meaning… that we are the best we can be… that we can get better and will… that we can learn… really learn to be the person our dog believes us to be… each of us is a prize a gift… a diamond in the rough… and each person we touch… touches us and takes a bit of the rough edge off… we are all works in progress so to believe we are not a prize or worthy of being captivated by the eyes of another is a belief we can do without… in reality we are the master peace being created by our own hands… we are the sculpture of Michelangelo… the philosophy of Aristotle… the writing of Shakespeare and the painting of Monet… we are all these wonders and more… for our capacity to share… to love… to embrace life is limitless… the more we do… the more we are capable of… you can choose to believe as I once did… or you can learn from my lesson… what we can’t do yet is just a resource we have yet to grasp… life is about challenges… about interests and shared dreams… it is about living… with all ones heart and part of that is the ouch… part of it is the sigh of joy… the laugher… the memories we create by our present… our gift… our willingness to take off the blinders that others wish us to wear so we can take in possibilities… the opportunities that fate places before our eyes now… each of us is a prize worthy of being captured… embrace and loved physically… emotionally and spiritually…

Curves ease the lines… spark our curiosity… allow us to anticipate that certain some thing just beyond our senses… the world was once believed to be flat… a cast expanse that stretched out as far as the eye could sea and then dropped off… the straight and narrow is very similar to this ideal… there is only that witch is before me and nothing more… to believe in curves and slopes and gentle turns allows us to be open to that witch we are unable to see but intuitively know is around the corner… a garden can be a geometric shape of squares and rectangles… while this is pleasing to the eye a move interesting version is one that rolls… turns us to surprises our sense with color and fragrances captured just before our eyes by the hint of wonder on the breeze…

I am reminded of perfume… a scent applied to capture the imagination… set into the curves of ones being… the fragrance is spread by the touch of the breeze to capture the attention of some one before they see… they are aware of the presence… how often are we reminded of some one by the wisp of a similar scent upon the air… lavender… vanilla… a perfume or cologne that snaps our memory… these are all to me curves… bends… wandering side roads that enrich our life… I believe we in joy the straight and direct methods for their pure honesty and focus… butt each of us at times want that curved path to wander in for the wonder of surprise… for the joy of discovery and the abandonment of routine…the best things in my life have jumped out from around a bend as I wandered searching for a peace full place to ponder… up on each of these solaces I found another soul in contemplation of similarities… the sharing of our curves and straight angles sharpen perceptions… allowing each a sense of the peace the other shared…

A child senses more… they have that ability to grasp hold of a wide variety of ideas… they believe in fantasy… in the impossible dream… they are not limited by what is possible in reality… they can fly over mountains and race through the heavens…tunnel into the earth and explore distant planets… the imagination of a child is unburden by the technical realities of such thoughts… they in joy them for what they are… an exploration… a journey… a time to play… such creative excursions open a myriad f doors to ones mind… all things are possible in this state of mind… so easy for a child to enter and exit…

What happens in time is that reality begins to interfere in the expression of ones ideas… we are told to wake up to the realities… and when we dream we lose that unlimited state of dreaming… we exchange it for the one that balances our imagination against the reality of the world and challenges us to dream in the realm of what is possible and to leave the impossible at a distance… so the dreams we dream can be reached… we all grow up to this… it is part of that process… except for the creative few who manage to keep that other altered state… those are the true geniuses… the ones who can get back to that pure altered state without limitation or boundary and bring back the impossible and work it within the realm of this reality…if we have to choose what is real… what is possible for us… I believe we must choose to be in the altered state of our youth… it provided more pure wonder for us then the possible dreams we now are limiting ourselves two…

A limitation is just a resource you have not yet managed to acquire… once you do it becomes an asset you can call upon to move in effortless steps… life is about challenges and opportunities to do some thing new and different… the confusion we at times are present in is a lesson in learning… turn on the curiosity and the confusion becomes an asset to signal a new lesson… some new information… a positive step in the direction we wish to go… or a warning to find another way to the happiness you seek… within the heart and soul are keys to ones peace of mind… satisfy them… the rest… the physical needs are suddenly calmed… in the peace of what you now know…

Life is truly a dance… at times loud and wild… at times slow and romantic… a time to move to the music of the night of entwine in the sounds of ones breathing… each wave a crash of awareness… each breeze a scent of the promise of tomorrow… each new day a realization of a dream…

It is not the words that one uses as much as the heart within them… when a baby is born to us we are filled with hope… we dream of the day when they will be what we as parents never achieved… you came into our lives with out instructions on how or a manual that we could follow… we did our best… at some point what we desired for you… was replaced by your desires for you…

These things are not unusual… a parent sees the world from the distance of experience… they want to protect you even now… knowing that your life will be tougher because of the choices you are making… it is hoped that by refusing to be there that you will come to your senses… and see the correct path… it is a desperate attempt to change who you are…

Deeply religious people will find what you are doing a corruption of moral ideals… right wing political minds find it repulsive… I am unaware of where your parent’s views are… I am just making you aware of what haunts them… in support of who you are they can stand to lose friendships and connections they have had all their lives… In my mind were they truly friends… but you see family is some what of a complexity… as a parent we love our children deeply… but love is not indulging their desires… some times it is in testing their beliefs… their passion… their desire… for a parent after a time love becomes all about letting go… about allowing the child you brought into the world… educated and encouraged to be the wonderful person they are… make their own decisions… become the person we allowed them… some parents can never let go… they hold on hoping to protect their children… this usually ends in a revolution of some sorts…

Knot knowing you I have to trust that your decision to marry was based on a deep love and caring for the other person… a belief and desire to share your lives… to encourage and aid the growth and wonder of each other… A parent knows of loves pit falls… of the limits of physical love… of the enrichment of love in the birth of children… of finally reaching a spiritual devotion to one another… where your love for one another is felt in the depth of ones soul… marriage is all about letting go of one another… much like a parent lets go of a child… a marriage is about the freeing of each other… a constant encouragement to be the person they are destined to be… allowing them the freedom to be the artist they are and sharing in those moments of heartache as well as the moments of success… I will trust that you know that many marriages fail because people are who they are… flexibility is the most use full of tools in a marriage…

I thought of what I would say if my daughter or son approached me… knowing the depths of my own wife’s feelings I could possible be in a similar situation as the one you find yourself within… You may find this difficult butt some times it is important to allow a person to say what is on their mind… what is in their heart… they may have already spoken the words… let them speak them once more or as many times as it takes… for some times we need to talk until the words we need to say come forth… dismiss the anger for it comes from frustration… from knot over standing your love… do your parents the courtesy of allowing them their words… butt only their words… and if you have done this already… and you may have… then nothing more needs to be said..

Love is a sacred bond between us… it exists in families… among friends… across oceans and through time… it manifests itself in the physical touch… of being one with another… love is more then just the wonder of the physical… love is emotional… a sharing of each others tears of joy and sorrow… it is a foundation for support for the many moments of happiness and the few troubling times of sorrow… love is that emotional wave that washes over us… filling the moments of our life times with memories… love is still more then that… love is a spiritual connection that allows us to share our love with all who need it… with all who have passion… and desire for living a good life… for being happy… we may knot agree with their religion or their politics or their choices… but we can love them for the person they are… for the creative soul… for the artist within… spiritual love is about letting go… about allowing the wonder within another to go free of the protection we have surrounded it with…

Love is not about protecting any more when one reaches the spiritual level… at that place it is about encouraging each and every one to do what is pure and true for themselves… it is all about being open and honest and forgiving…

Finally… love her no matter what she decides… what she says… love her more for her love of you… see her actions as what they are… a means to protect you from the world… I would tell my son or daughter… to be happy… to love unconditionally… to support and honor the person they choose to spend their life with… to encourage them to grow and to be the people you dream to be together… life will challenge you and at times all you will have will be each other… that is all we had… and if your cling to one another and love with all your hearts… well then… nothing I say matters…

The best part of a relationship is the companionship it provides… the sex is just a fringe benefit…

At heart we are all things… or the possibility of all things… to let it out… to share what is in ones heart takes courage… and patience… and the knowledge that the words will never be as perfect as the ones we have yet to speak… but they are the best of what we have at this moment… the master peace we are creating is aided by our passion and desire to share… at heart we are all things… we get to be them when we share them…

Interests… likes… two do… questions two illicit… more… within the words there is the obvious… under the obvious is the intangible… under the intangible is the deeper meaning… as we talk there are words that tell and words that illicit… words that show a side and words that hide a view… the challenge is to grasp each of them for what they are… if time allows we get to know… even if time does not allow we get to share… so who are we… what is it we are searching for… what is our objective in all this… from my perspective… time… a bit of your talent… a moment within the day to share what ever… a good book… some music… a nice dinner with family… a walk in the woods or along the sandy shore… my wife and I are coming to that time in our lives when our children need us less and we have more opportunities to be the people we once were before… yet we are more wise and while there is less in our pockets we have a wealth of experiences to keep us…

I know what I know… how I know that witch I know about what I know about hue is a question for fate… for without her there is know way I know much of what I know about hue… in the course of time you have however divulged a number of things of this or that… you are a reflection of the person hue wish to be… as I am or anyone is… we only get to strive for that when we have the courage to stop being that witch others insist we should be…

Assumptions are just what they sound like… arse movements… I do my best knot to ass sume anything… however I do see patterns and logical paths… I read intent… and basically I trust my instincts…

The smallest of glimpses is still a giant step for you… even though I see past that I would knot intrude into your secret places… the invitation is yours… to grant to whom ever… or choose knot to… the sigh says you do…

The door is a jar… captured within the limits of time… a space contained… yet unresolved… to enter one must take off the cover and unseal the jar… opening it up to the elements… unless we do the door stays a jar… locked up tight as an illusion of what might be… if we open it… it could be all we ever imagined or nothing of anything we could imagine… the door a jar… unbalanced we become… lingering in the anticipation… the hesitation… when will the phone ring… the door bell sound or the knock come on the door that will open the light onto the darkness… the messages were checked late this afternoon to find a voice from now speaking… surprised… pleased but also sad that I had missed the opportunity… alas it is one of those daze when work intrudes on ones imagination… the door is a jar…

Time it is to create… to repeat the process… let happiness get in the way… fill the voids with things worth stumbling in two… what you have is beyond… within and surrounds… the gates will flood the tide… just give time the advantage and dwell in the heat of passion’s kiss…

Eye truth fully agree… butt of coarse it deepens on whom is reading the pass age… hue see with won set of I’s the words… the mind with another… the conscious grasps the surface… the unconscious the deep her meaning…one can read what is hear and follow the words to a conclusions… and re-read them late her and come to an entirely magically twisted completely altered state… what I don’t know is a lot… vast and cluttered with places I have not yet found the thyme to season… ni fcat wrods acn eb reraargned nad sitll oru esye adn mnid wlil palce tehm porpelry… that is one of the many interests in language arts… does it matter… that the words are used to stir the magic of ones imagination and the use of ambiguous words helps to open doors..? Two sum it is a challenge two read… to me it is a way of escaping the structure of what is expected… for a few moments of relaxed creativity…

The curve allows for drift… it is built into the perception… a movement toward then away… a temptation or an allure that disappears as fast as it appeared… while the straight on can knock ones socks off… the curve invades their imagination and lingers for a life time…

Shame never enters the arena… it is shame full in my opinion to knot open the door… to let others sit along the edges wondering… better to invite them in… to stir the magic a bit… it they sweat… drip… or get lost in a thought… it is their destiny to go there…

A spot… a place… a some thing off the main road… to sit and be a fly upon the wall to the world… to let go and see where the wonders lead you… an interesting concept… necessary for the sanity… for a break… for a step outside the routine of life…

There is an expression that goes along the lines of each person is unique just like everybody else… in that respect I am unique… and in the thought that I am willing to be a bit more of a stretch to the norm that one finds in a place like this… the daily ramblings are not for me… though for others they are very uplifting… I like to let my mind wander… where ever it chooses to go from the spark that it catches… unique it is not really… unusual it is I wood agree… I in joy that aspect of thought… to push for the unusual… to capture the small twists that happen off the tried and true pathways…

Touch… a sense of perception… well… a state of mind reflected in the appearance… an endless smile… a sign anticipated… what more is there to grasp then the time shared..? One touch begets another… then another… until one is in constant touch…

Curves have a unique connotation… they are alluring to the eye… hiding what is around the next… yet they call to the hand to be touched… to be followed… with ones eyes… to see where they begin… where they end…the straight and narrow does not allow for interludes of the mind… only the curves of the road off the main road where we can stop by the side of the side road and sit for a time enjoying the grass as it grows… the fast ball write between the eyes knocks one off their perspective just as much as a curve… if I have my choices…I will take the curves… for they mystify my imagination…

Sow much knowledge is unconscious… yet we wish to know in a tangible sense… to have a firm grip on that witch we desire… our image of things is altered by the need for tangibles… take away the tangible… and it is difficult to grasp the concept… butt with a firm grip on a tangible face we can give ourselves…the image allows for that… what if we allow ourselves to let passion get in the way… what if we allow desire to awaken us each day… what if we fill the voids with creativity… what happens when we strip away the effort and just give in to the happiness..? When we insist on a certain aspect or path we restrict our abilities to get where we desire more of now to be within the embrace of time as he walks through time… a web of tangled thoughts we weave when first we wander in the breeze… the loss of mind out of sight… your unconscious now knows that the mind… the other mind can tell the difference… there is that some thing in your eyes that makes for a loss of oneself in your arms… the beating of time awaits… knowing the exact route one takes can be helpful… butt it does not predict a solution to the search… in fact knowing how some one gets from here to there is a map in name only… your journey will be unique because it is yours… it helps to know another made it… beyond that… it takes confidence and patience to reach that witch you desire… a simple twist of faith and fate splashes you with a mist of ideas… the crest of the wave takes you… alive on the edge… cutting toward the conclusion of a step… plunging in… getting all the way back to where you belong…