Matters knot when… or at what point… matters knot with whom the words toll the bells within… matters only that they do… two each their own place we make… a circle or a square… a palace or a single room… a lingering set of stares… mattes little when they connect or how the place is kept… matters only that they are and some how the rest is run… across an ocean or a set of stairs… the distance can be the same expanse… impossible to grasp in mind or in reality… we hide what we can and leave the rest to others… to imagine about who we are… we can be what ever their reality allows or fantasy requires… it is the start that matters then… a beginning to run along side of… an avenue to progress from… a place to make the first of steps in the realm of possibilities… the danger is that we never leave the imagined… the wish… the dream… the danger is that it is much more real to be inside the walls we have created and never to explore the possibilities outside in the reality… the book of possibilities becomes the book or realities only when we have the courage to dream… matters knot when we do… only that we do…

At times we believe we are without… it appears to our minds that knot one other can see us… feel us… hear us… we scream in the dark at the absence of delight… at the sound of our own silence… we greet the hollow calls of footsteps… it appears as if the face of us has been wiped away… it is easy to believe such things about others… they never call… or appear before our eyes… they never write… or greet us on the street in surprise… easy to believe we are knot… that our life is absent of purpose or deep meaning… at these moments we fall or slip into what some call a depression of thought… of mind… of body… or even of soul… where we go within and shut down… holding at a distance… it is in these times that the light of deepest love shines… even if that love has faded to its last flicker of hope it is bright enough to see… bright enough to catch your eye…bright enough to lead you home once more from the edge of a false belief… I believe we are never without… that when others are blind it is because they seek some thing we are knot… when they are deaf they are listening for sounds our tongues fail to form… when they fail to feel… our present is elusive to them…eyes often fail to grasp the truth… ears often fail to hear what is spoken in truth… and hearts often fail to open to the truth that shines before them… it does not mean anything more then their time has not yet arrived to see… hear or feel…

Each has there place to go inside… in the silence we wander off to that sanctuary we find within us… the walls get a bit higher and we wonder… the busyness of life at times forces me to put up the barriers so I can get things accomplished… I have learned to respect the silence of others… as to not poke at them so much in a literal sense… knowing my words reach them in silence allows me to nudge and to be patient… all calls are answered in time… most of my steps have been easy these past few days… I know that the cleaning up of work… the assembly of home… the connections forged in past become stronger with each day… the sum of them are at times a daunting task that one has to take a small bite of at a time… desire and anticipation are use full elements of any relationship… they allow for the imagination to run out in front of… being on a journey toward we can anticipate the arrival… the meeting… the embrace of arms about us… the times we will have the sound of voices… the warmth of the encounter… the memories of other times float in and enhance the dream… we find we can enrich the landscape of our lives with a bit of color and a bit of passion added like spices to a good meal to make it even more wetting to the appetite…

Confused is a state of mind perched on the edge of learning something new and different… step forward into the mist and embrace the cloud that covers your eyes… the muffled embrace that deadens the sounds… in a confused state it is best to wonder in ones mind and begin to spark a bit of curiosity as to I wonder what will happen if I do this… or this… or that… to build the passion of experimentation in ones mind… a body… a mind… a spirit are places to experiment with… how a touch feels… how we react… curios that a word stops the pleasure and another pushes it further and further spinning it faster and faster still… what are the words that delight hue… spark the curiosity to find them… stir them into your day as one would use flour and milk in baking a cake… a sweet thing they are… some sugar for the delicacies of the soul that anticipates a taste of one… what is as sweet as lips or as warm as an embrace of the dawn as it rises over hue… what is as color filled as a sunset as it promises a night filled with dreams and the pleasures of the dawn to follow… be confused as a step to getting the answers to the curious mind that wants to know more… see more… hear more… feel more inside and out… be confused as the step in the direction that life is allowing you the possibilities once more to make your own way and mind… how many choices to feel hue… how many avenues to enrich hue… how many arms to hold hue… embrace your passion and your love of life can hue explore first within your mind’s eye and then begin to add them like small seeds sown across the field of your dreams… sow them far and wide… nurture them in the rich soil of your vivid imagination… visit them each and every day sow them wild and sow them free of entangled realities… your unconscious mind will know what to do with such rich ideas… and soon your steps will follow interesting directions towards these small seeds… trips to places you call home… to wander streets you feel the power within… to hold hands with time to embrace the future with both heart and soul… to know more then you dreamed possible… these are the magical fruits of wishes and dreams… and being confused is the place they begin… I love confusion for it allows me to sit for a spell of anticipation of the delight of clarity of hue… a place within me where we sit in the garden of possibilities and explore the body… the heart… the mind… the soul… a single touch of confusion and I am there to listen to the heart… the soft whisper of silence brushing past my ears to lift me higher still… and open my eyes to the endless answers to the quest before me… I know I can experiment with the many possibilities for hue are within that frame with me… putting things up on… taking them off…adjusting the possibilities until one fits better then the next… until each has many alternatives… and more seeds have been sown… more sparks have flown… more desire sparked to passions fire… of life ignited in the distance… within roars from the words we read… I love the state of confusion… explore it with me…

Words find paths… sound helps to float them… silence speeds them… a single passion for a sound can ignite ones mind to deeply reflect on the journey… in time we find our words… we find our language… we find our place within the circle of love… our lives intertwine with others and we are enriched by the experiments we allow our lives to take… when it comes time to dance… our shyness at one time stopped us from standing up and walking out… from saying yes when asked… we know now to say yes to the dance of life… to experiment with the music within our hearts… to seek the similar tune in another… we have a common thread or note to listen for we have the experience of being loved deeply to hold the light of comparison two… know love is never the same… except that the light of love burns brighter in those of truth… then in those of casual moments… when we see with our hearts we know the difference… you have the light of love within you to light your way in the darkness of night or in the confused state of relationships… in the darkest of moments ignite this fire and it will lead hue to a place where ideas… possibilities and alternatives abound for your heart and soul to consider… words find us and enrich us… be aware of the world of idle sounds that change with the winds… they lack depth… have butt a singleness of purpose… let the true words of love and life filter in… keep the others at a distance from your heart… learn easily the steps that give you the most wonder with the smallest of efforts… the most with the least… allow time to spread his wings over your heart… to take hue to places within… so that without you glow… let happiness get in your way… each morning as the sun rises… anticipate vivid colors… explore the rainbow of life… so that at the setting of the sun you know the beauty of a full day that exhausts the body… full fills the mind and satisfies the soul… and when you dream… dream the dreams of the dream tree…

The times of our lives are sum what anticipated… the course we take to reach a certain touch of heart eludes us for sow long as we dream we can… and suddenly we are… what we learn by doing is that it is possible to achieve flight… of ones imagination to places we considered in only a sensual way… the use of that allows for the quick answer to ones question of possibility for if we can explore our mind to achieve such a wondrous reaction physically then it is possible that we can alter our lives in the same fashion… I wonder what would happen if we imagined ourselves to be the physical creation of our minds… the shape we know in our hearts to be perfect for us… allow that to be the driving force for a time… and measured the results… love to create the passion of life in ways that mold the physical hue into the emotional hue… the spiritual hue that is enjoying the wonder of being within this time between times… the faster ones mind moves in ways unmeasured… the faster ones body can follow within the streams of desire can pumped the blood and quicken the heart beat in anticipation of the words… I wonder what the muscles can do to grab hold and the fires of passion can do to sweat the shape of hue into the mold your mind knows it fits comfortably in to… the more we participate in using what we have learned in new and different ways the more we get to feel better still about who we are in the light of the reality of the world as well as the fantasy of our dreams… for dreams and wishes are the tools of shaping our future… physically… emotionally and spiritually…it is time to dance more… sing more… walk more wandering paths… it is time to design a new hue of color and passion beyond the folds of ones reality… an exploration of the complete hue… so the reality mirror comes in line with the dream mirror…

We do create our own reality… we form it from the foundation of our experiences… it is true we are blind to many of the things other see… hear or feel… because our lives have not experienced the same things as they have… that does not make our lives less real… in fact because we get to form our reality… it makes us more empowered to do so… sow that as we see these other realities we can include them in… in ways that help those who have had less experiences to see more wonder… hear more music and enjoy more pleasure…

Both sides are equal… in balance and in design… it is when one slips to far to one side or the other that the imbalance becomes an unbalanced place…love is that one light that shines in what ever area it touches… it is the one elusive element we know surrounds us but we can never grasp fully or completely… it is that witch inspires and embraces us… and fills our lives with wonder…

Be wise on the edge… care full to secure each step… the edge is alluring to the mind to see over… to place a foot hold on the very precipice… to balance the fear with the exhilaration of being there… the edge holds the excitement of going further then we have gone before… the edge is potential unleashed… unbridled… unrestraint… there is knot a string that holds one on the edge… or a tethered strap that can limit one… the edge calls you to jump… to anticipate the push or shove from behind that will catapult hue to the highest high… the edge is a most intriguing danger… for it tickles the imagination to try me… fly with me… soar with me… if even for a splitting of a second… it pays to be wise on the edge of ones reach of thought… for who knows where such wanderings will lead one to…

Supply… demand… a corner on the market place… the individual may seem to lose in the face of the higher and mightier… yet it is us who are slaves to the very ingredients that we now suffer from… to say it is all one or the other is knot true… supply… is the answer to the demands we place… we are all guilty of the larger use of limited resources… the more we drain from the supply the more what is left is worth… a simple economics model… the demand forces the creation of new technologies to deal with the cost of the present… it is not the large and mighty in all ways… it is us by our use of the technologies that demand… we all bare a burden of the reason… for when things are going well we look knot to the future when we will need to conserve we are on the high enjoying the ride… at that time it is difficult to imagine the high price tag for our short sightedness… true innovation comes with a courage that few of us possess… ten years ago if some one spoke of the current prices we would have laughed and thought it impossible to reach… change of this magnitude occurs in decades knot in years… for it takes time to create the new… use up the old and replace… when I look around my neighbor hood I see the large… the larger and the largess… so I take my peace of the guilt… and resign to be more watch filled of not only my comfort… butt also of the effects my comfort has upon others… think in these terms… one degree of savings spread over the hundreds of millions is a significant reduction… increases supply… lower demand… increases supply… reduces prices… it truly is that easy… our consumption is disproportional to the world use of the supply… for that we are now paying the premium… we can blame it on a variety of factors… the simply truth is we are greedy… from the top on down…

When movement is within it is like water… each becomes part of the next… when movement is without it is like pebbles or stones being tossed into the water… choppy… moving in all directions… colliding one with the other…

The concept of reality is an illusion… we call it reality because it is tangible to us… each will admit that the tangible nature makes some thing more real… emotions are intangible senses… we feel… other then the grab of flesh to flesh intangibly… we are a combination of reality and belief… the reality is the hand… the belief is the feeling the hand brings to our minds… hearts and soul… a smile is to one a fools errand… to another a journey in the exploration of humor… perspective is a choice we make… a belief we have… it is what we wish to see with our eyes that we find… for we filter out the alternatives… pleasure is for some a pane pressed up against the mirror of over standing of moments in time… we are expressed in moments… defined by the present… enriched by the past… hope filled of the future steps we take… we can be the fool on our journey… or the prophet… or both… or a multitude of other means… what we are to each person in our lives is what they believe us to be… for them that is all we will ever be and yet it only defines one element of hue or me… it is however the mirror they hold us up two…

For a long time in silence defined the communication… it defined the avenue in witch we spoke… a quiet solitude or sanctuary… a few words outside… a torrent of unspoken ones within the realm of sleep… dreams… illusion… the tip of the iceberg reveals only a small portion of the total mass of potential energy… beneath in silence moves the more potent mass… so much of life is spent trying to figure out where we fit in… who we are… what our gifts are… our porpoise… the why we are here in this place and time as opposed to any other place in time… having spent a good portion of my life wondering creatively… in the reality and fantasy of my life times… I arrived at the doorstep of time… changed only by the roads I had chosen… I felt within to be more mature or more aware that I was now qualified to begin… life is about direction… about allowing happiness to get in ones way… of hesitating to feel depressed or sad… to knot have time for those emotions that hinder… to open our minds to exponential creativity of soul… in silence describes for me the pattern of movement with and without… the transition snaps in two place… I found that all I was ever looking for was before my eyes… the journey or adventure I sought after opened my eyes to what I already possessed… getting here in the present of today allows me to share the time more fully aware of its gift… in my immature nature I once believed that witch I was told… that I had a gift to share with the world… this led me to search for a skill or a tangible quality that would define me to others… I saw around me talent in writing… painting… music… skills in organization… mathematics… science… industry… I was told I had some of these skills or talents… for the life of me I was unable to at that time grasp hold of the tangible nature of what that meant… I became lost within myself… trusted only myself… lost focus and perspective… I knew the way for me… straight… narrow minded… focused on the end… in silence I spoke of other things… in the comfort of my mind… my imagination or unconscious ignited a small flame of hope… that illuminated some thing inside me… I made the steps… found a direction where I could wander… in an instant my eyes opened… to see what was there all along… a world… a reality… totally different then the one I created… all within the reach of my hands… the possibilities expanded endlessly into all corners… in silence I found refuge for my words… for my desire and passion… a single kiss awoke within that witch was asleep… the light and power of creativity… it is from this single smile… this single spark that words flow like a torrent… this moment has defined my life… saved my life… trapped my life in a pursuit of the happiness of living each day knowing that there is more… more to share then I ever imagined… with family… friends… with any one who is willing to shake off the definitions… that limit them… strange… weird… unusual… knot normal… if normal refuses to see hear or feel… then I wish knot to be among its followers… I wish to be unusual… unique… defined by my own actions and words… I wish to be the spice that is slipped into ones drink that changes its zest… and gives life that little some thing extra… the gift is in the sharing of the times we call presents… moments of true beauty because we make them sow them… entwine them into our life times tapestry… the gift is hue… shred with other hues… altering colors… fading and enhancing… mixing and matching the pallets… until the designs are endless… change defines who we are… for the moment of now… for in the next moment we change once more to move with the tide… to forge our own journey… and learn what we are destined to learn…

It is my belief that all actions are selfish… made for selfish reasons and to satisfy a selfish intention we have either conscious or unconscious… if we provide charity is it because we truly desire to help another or are we doing so because it makes us feel better about doing so… if we love unconditionally are we doing so because it is our nature or because we wish others to feel the warmth of what we give and to give some thing in return… this could be a great philosophical debate… it has little meaning to me… direction is what defines the intention for me… where are we going… what makes us happy… what expands that happiness out in all directions… my actions are selfish ones because I insist on them being in some way positive… direction… movement… peace of mind body and soul… if you ask if you are selfish… the answer is yes… for your actions feed your desire to be who you are… does it matter if you are noticed for these selfless acts that bring others a smile and yet give you only a sense of purpose within… knot to me… butt jealousy is a two headed monster… on one side we crave what the other has… on the other we wish to be liked by them… an evil twist of fate… envy can be… for in pursuit of that witch another has we gain knot what they have nor the light that shines on them… we gain only that witch is left… better to be who we are and fix smiles upon the faces of those we love… and leave the definition of weather we are selfish or knot to those who have time for such nonsensical philosophical debates…

Navigation is the art of listening to the gentle sighs of the waves of emotions that escape ones lips…

The mind likes what is the same… we like what is the same… or gives the appearance of being the same… yet we learn most from difference… the world views each day as being similar… each day in reality is a series of changes… nothing is the same from day to day… similar yes… the same no… in relationships we desire the consistency of similarities… the comfort of sameness… we wrap ourselves in routines so as knot to forget what is important… we wear the fabric thin by use and the rugs bare by stepping along the same path… to learn we must step out of that witch makes us comfortable… for when we are sure we lose sight of alternatives… or the consideration of an alternative answer to our questions… we like what is the same… the paradox about this is that change is the constant… and we are changing in ways to stay as we are… fighting to remain in the same spot… to have the same experiences day upon day… when we should be embracing the changes that life places before our eyes… celebrating the joy of the difference in the sun rise… the new hue at sun set… those who knew us when… desire us to remain as we were once fixed in their minds… it is within them that we remain the child… the young student… the friend… to me relationships are about encouraging one another to grow out… in any good relationship there exists three… the one you are separate and the one you are together… each being nurtured by the creative mind of the other… some times pushed… some times pulled… for love is that paradox of emotions… where the more we give out without reservations the more we are surrounded by… to all those who wish us to remain as we once were I say… if only it was possible to remain fixed in time… I am sure there would be daze I wish to repeat over and over… maybe improve on them as I did… but this is not how we grow more alive… we grow by the experience of living and then going forward so that the next time we are face to face we do it better still… the joy of the composition stirs with the wonder of words shared… and while I wish in a lot of ways for the hue of yesterday… I long more for the hue that tomorrow will bring before me… each new day is a clean canvas to paint… a new fabric to weave or block to carve… I believe in the benefit of yesterday… the potential of tomorrow… most of all I believe in the present of today… live in this moment… use it all to fuel the creative fire… so that when the dawn of tomorrow awakens hue… the memory of yesterday brings forth an endless smile… the mind loves what is the same… to learn we must be different… we must not change the little bit required by the daily turn of the earth… we must accelerate the process within our hearts and minds… so we feed on the passion of change… the passion of creating… of developing… of exploring each day as it unfolds in our presence… we are in all ways different… changing… growing… those who wish us to remain as we once were fail to grasp that life is about changing fortunes… into wonders we can hold in our hearts… not tangible gold or silver… intangible passion and love… a snap shot holds the image of who I once was… I am nothing like that person who stares back at me when I look in the mirror of that time… I am some one else… a much better some one for the days I have lived…

Weird dreams are mirrors to ones world… the more imaginative the mind the weirder the dreams they open… at once we are in dreams the people we imagine… a passion plays out in dreams that in our awakening tides stays to the ebb or low end of the extreme… while in dreams we rise to meet the tide as it challenges the flood gates… the more imagination one has the more open the dreams become… the more real they appear to be… the closer to reality of ones life they slip into and become part of in time the fabric of ones being… a dreamer is a very courageous person to become now… for a dreamer never misses an opportunity to sit and wonder… or read and believe that the impossible will one day unfold… a dreamer has hope eternal… that each autumn is the promise of a spring time across the winter’s sleep… a dreamer casts their shadow on the positive side of allowing hesitation to be a force for holding back that witch gets in the way of happiness… while opening ones mind to alternatives to find a place to grow… weird dreams are the pleasures of sensual beings… who cover their thoughts in silk and strings… that connect one soul to another in delights we imagine and sense as real… it is the anticipated kiss or caress of hands we await… the mirror shows us all we need to know… weird dreams and all…

Opportunity knocks… and this morning I missed her gentle tap upon my shoulder… called away I was at the wrong splitting of a second… I wished I had been in frame when your note appeared… alas I was taken to another place to answer another’s question… it is what it is… I would have loved to have spent a few moments… hope fully at some other time… I look for you each time I log on… the time differences plays havoc… but we will catch one another eventually…

Emotions are waves… they come upon us… some times over taking us in mid step… suddenly we are aware of a happiness… a peace… or a sadness we had knot sensed before… the pull or push of that can stop us or propel us… how we react to the wave… how we mange the ride… speaks to our experiences… when I was shut off from the world… the waves were never more then ripples… I would not allow myself to ride the emotions for any length of time… I learned that is not a way to find peace… it is an important element of me… these emotions… and while I only allow them out with specific soul mates… they do come out… and I do ride them now… often finding that peace that makes me whole… within the scheme… how we arrive at where we are… is less important to me… that we are here… is what matters most… for we all have traveled our way… managed the emotions… the sense of being who we are… realized that life is the adventure… that the gift is hue… that who we are and what we do is part of the gift… just being ourselves… while some times we lose sight of that… in all ways we are connected to those who can give us a perspective… a focus… an ability to ground the feet on to some thing tangible… the series of changes of tides rising and falling… create for each of us a foundation of our emotional waves… when we keep them inside they are torrents… when they finally are set free… if we learn to let them out as they ripple through us… they are brief reflections of our peace… our tranquility… as we step we learn to step on these foundation stones… the ones that hold and support us… that bring us peace of mind…

We all search for the why of being here… who we are… is transitional… where we belong we make that out of the steps we take… the questions are easy to ask… and as soon as we have any one answer the world changes before us… life is about direction… where we are going… who we are comes more from the adventure of getting there… the blossoming happens along the way…

I visit with hue every night… a night has not transpired when before I close my eyes I have not thought of hue or sent a thought your way… a routine I desire to keep… my message to hue is the same message I have sent each night… it begins… peace my friend… sit and let go the questions… the answers shall be as they are… for a moment be with me the gift of hue… share of the spirit… take for it is given without strings or boundaries… let our minds meld to one… while you sleep… to dream… I watch… while I sleep to dream… you watch… the transition of dark to light… follow the light within hue for in times of darkness you need only think of this light and you will be illuminated…

The high takes hue… a floating off of one senses to a naked flight of fantasy… nice to be given the opportunity to let go the masking… to set free the soul of ones imagination… a few daze to in joy the wonder mint… to savor the taste on ones lips… to lick in anticipation of the passion… the desired bridge… the high takes hue to places you don’t usually go… it is an amazing journey to learn all you can know… pleasure is a pool of tranquil waters we bathe in… turning the calm into torrents takes butt a thought…

We all hide something… our agenda’s all differ… each one of us has some thing to gain from each step we take… even selfless acts give in return an intangible gift to the giver… to know is to become complacent… to already arrive at the answer before words are spoken is a dangerous place to be… in life we like what is the same… we learn however from what is different… if you wish to learn take the road knot traveled yet… in preference to the road worn comfortable by the many steps you have taken… the one that is routine eventually unbalances us… for we miss the sun rise and set in the mindless activity… while the other keeps us aware of the dawn… of the setting of the sun… for each step we have to ask… what am I knot noticing now… to keep keenly awake to the changes we are unfamiliar with…

The wonder of any life… of any relationship is that we simply are not equipped with all the answers… it is the beauty of learning together that attracts one to another… life is a journey of over coming obstacles… imbalances… unfair situations… and loving… loving not just the physical person (witch I admit can be rather enticing)… it is also loving the spirit that permeates them… hue are not a singular entity… rather a complex combination of forces… therefore it is best to sense marriage… as a freedom… a vast opening of ones potential… a bond of souls… hearts and lives together to form a perfect two… in that way… each is free to grow as one and together… love is all about letting go… setting each other free… a bond of a sort that expands ones abilities…ones capacity for desire… passion and love…

There truly is nothing like hard wood…

We never unlearn in a sense we learn how to use what we have in better ways… definition of hue is an ongoing adventure… there is I believe no strict lines that make that up… they are fluid movements of growth… if we speak of a moment in time then we can capture a variations of growth… nothing more then the hue at that split second… we learn to use what we have gained by experience in new ways… it can be all about perception… awakening of ones senses or even a maturity of time that rewards us with an insight into who we are… some gain this at an early age because their experiences allow them two… others like myself gain it late on in life… when one day they just can see… hear and feel more then ever imagined… like they have slipped into a dream… what was unlearned… or erased… nothing… what is used now differently… a great many of the experiences we shared… the adventure of life is the definition… hue are the shared experiences of those times and adventures… how you share the hue is unique to the one and ones…

When we speak of change… of altering our choices… I believe we begin the process of growth… for change is what happens all the time… we are actually altering ourselves to remain the same… in the changing world around us… the sum of these activities begin to enclose us in a fixed state of mind… a paradox… we wish to be seen as open and free of mind yet we are reducing that witch we can use each day… we make choices to avoid the possibilities life presents to us… it sounds silly… even humorous… yet it is the exact pattern so many follow in pursuit of similarity of routine… comfort of the way… of course the same comfort is accomplished with a freedom of mind and open heart and soul… for eventually we learn to use that witch we have to gain the comfort of change we pursue in life… sometimes it is difficult to step out of the shadows and dance… easier it is to make the excuse… difficult it is to hold another close… easier it is to make the excuse… difficult it is to believe in ones dreams… easier it is to excuse reality as never reaching that witch you believe you deserve… except fate has this way of delivering our dreams in packages of change we are unfamiliar with… love arrives in ways we never imagined… we seek friendship… we find romantic passion… we seek romantic passion and we find friendship… those twists of fate are steps in directions… adventures for the soul to wander in… they teach us so very much about the pleasures of life… we however wish only to remember the one moment when it was knot pleasure… life is beginnings and endings… setting off and setting one another free… we learn that love is not about possession… it is about granting another the freedom to be who they truly our… this is how I can love so many in such diverse places and times… for me love is a spiritual passion and desire… a paradox for each one finds within their own space the love of life swirling about… and are free to move once more… the silence of being content happens… and the adventure of life begins once more in earnest pursuit of the passion that beats in ones heart… hue are the gift granted to the world… how hue choose to share that gift of wonder is your way… your adventure… your experience of this life… the fact that I sense a desire for more… leads me to believe that hue are pushing beyond your current state into another more open frame of reference…

We find ourselves in a place… aware for maybe the first of our times…a simple adjustment of perception… we see… our senses open to the spectrum of life that is around us… each day is like a first kiss or touch of hands to one another… each moment a new taste or delight for the senses to explore… the magic within the earth tingles our sense of touch… the power within our heart and soul pushes at our breast to go forth in the world… to electrify the air around hue… for a moment we can sit and find such peace… such contentment… we are centered… aware and so much more alive then we have ever been before… nothing alludes our senses… the desire for more drips in our soul…

The ritual of life demands much of us… to maintain the peace we sensed in those pure moments we need to move along our way… to maintain the touch we have to touch… to love we have to love… to have passion we must let go and allow our soul to reach beyond the square of hue… these are the barriers to our life… our structures and fences we built to hold us within… once shared they loose their power… they become what we once were as we move past that witch held us… we move toward that witch will hold us… each day we grow larger in capacity to love and be loved… to have passion…desire that will fill the expanse of our life times… each moment we find peace we know we are on the way we must be on… for me at some point it all became a journey of exploration of the hue of me… a way to share the road… thought I was often confused about the steps… the way they shattered my perception of me… I was never afraid to move once more and in all ways toward some thing better… I have made many missteps in this process… for love is a tangible thing… the spiritual nature is hidden in the qualities of beauty… purpose and heart… that tug at us… pull us… over come our barriers to give in even for that splitting of a second… we are people of passion and desire… it is part of who we are… in learning that we also learn the power of the spirit that dwells within… the part that speaks soul to soul and heart to heart to each soul mate and kindred soul we have… strength is found in the arms of those who know… this ritual of living awakens within the passion for what we can share… that is our time… our thoughts and our love for one another… if from all the steps we take we obtain these things… our lives become wealthy in deed…

The cycle of life intrigues the senses… the births of spring… the warm summer breezes the culmination of colors that falls… the soft winter blanket that slows down life and reminds us of the passing of time before spring once more dawns upon our minds and renews the passion and desire for being out of doors… surrounded by the world in witch we live… the smells… that invigorate the mind to get moving on…

I would prefer to work early and rest later… the members of my home prefer to sleep late and work later… a conflict… for I must do the changes… so to be left in a void of time I must find alternatives to pursue… this time is mine… a series of tunnels leading to some where other then the obvious… the paradox is important for each of us to present… so easy we would be to be unmasked if not for our facades and twists we harbor… naked we would be to the holder of the keys of life… defenseless… know one in joys the single nakedness of light upon them while others are clothed in the darkness… our preferences our for slipping between the sheets and exploring the touch of blindness upon another in a one to one series of expressions… following the sounds to the prize…

Our thoughts progress… become some what enriched by the experiences we have… our blindness fades with time… when we walk a path again it is truly different yet the same… the difference is the one we walk with… the same is the steps we take to reach the other side… knowing we have made the other side once before makes for getting there in time a bit more comfortable then when we first strolled across the boundaries… each is unique in their choices on how… time will take them even if they sit still… age and time go hand in hand… one does not have to grow up in maturity… one can never stop the process of aging… our thoughts progress as we grow… from the dolls and the toys to relationships and larger toys… the joy of the experiences of life… finding what one in joy does well to center the peace of ones life… thoughts progress from the games… to the heart and soul of what love is… once found is never realized until shared and freed…

The sum of things never leave us… though we are blind to them at times… life seems to drift on by day after day… then we open our eyes and find we are some where else… or some one other then the one we wished to be… or believed we should be… true change is the knowledge of moving in a direction toward that witch we know… life never stopped… nor did the words or the emotions… what happens in life some times is that we are unable to accept that witch another offers… it is not enough… even though we give with all our hearts the measure is unfulfilling to the other… it leaves them wanting of more… I have in all ways believed that when one awakens to the dawn of their time it is not with their eyes that they are made to see… butt rather with their heart and soul… the emotion that we call love… becomes spiritual for hue… in such a way that the fabric of your thoughts has progressed beyond the physical touch of a hand in yours to a soul wrapped in yours… we sense love not as the emotional wave in these moments… more as a spiritual warmth within that pulses with every beat of your heart… it is as if all the words written and all the gifts exchanged… and all the love we have for one another is expressed with out barriers soul to soul… heart to heart… spirit to spirit… that is what is felt within and what tingles without… it is for me the summation of the beginning…

Happiness is a state of mine… of being in tune with that witch we know… it is pleasure mingled with the joy of life… of each breath taken in and explored to its fullest potential… we describe the tides as ebbing and flowing… we can define the day into degrees of light and darkness… we wish to know all that there is… in questions we find answers… in answers more quests to explore our thoughts as they progress toward a logical conclusion… life is illogic… life is not a series of straight forward steps… life is the balance of the state of mine with the state of hue… of the state of many… control one and others fall in line only to fall out of line or design of the steps… for each must decide who they are before they can find the way they are destined to follow… instant gratification is a fleeting passion… we can grasp the instant we are gratified and attempt to hold that… better to allow the wind to unfold the state in peaces… each one a journey of your imagination to a step higher still then the one prior… even if it is a slight rise to meet the dawn… with a new determination… this state of mine mingles easily… an instant blend… the same thread crossing many rainbows of opportunity…

Actions are selfish by nature… I believe there is know unselfish act… we get some thing from that witch we do… it may not be a balanced return… or a tangible one we can put our hands upon… butt we get some thing for that witch we do… a sense of pride… a feeling of purpose… a joy in the activity… peace in our minds or heart… we may gain financially or in stature… butt we do gain some thing… if only recognition… or a response… to our words… it is not selfish in the negative sense of the word… when we do for another and gain a sense of ourselves in the process… we have in a way been the beneficiary of actions before and will again of those we have never met nor will we meet… the same is true of our actions and words… we are unaware of the many who read in passing what we exchange… and our changed by what they take with them… what we leave behind is not as much a legacy as a series of words that in time will bring forth a sum of things that will define the way we lived… we will be forgotten… for only the greatest of adventurers are remembered beyond the next generation… but for now… we are the best of what we can be… our selfish acts are the best of who we are… steps in the path of time… a life is changed on many levels… it need knot be by charity alone that a selfish act finds its way to the happiness of another… be selfish in your charity of heart… in your inspirations to others… for in the final summation of this day… each of those acts will tally in tangible gifts to them… and a spiritual contentment for hue…

Proportions exists in sight as well as in touch… smell… taste… feel… our ability to expand the expectations enlarges the proportions of size easily in our minds… the feeling we get often is reduced by the reality based on the imagined due to our resistance to in joy the sinsations that go along with the imagination… easy to imagine larger… easy to put our hands around that witch we dream to grow… the sense within is a more sensual pathway that we resist… it is a door way that we are captivated by… with time we learn that the explosion within is as power full or more so then the explosion without… the big one so often imagined is not a sight phenomenon… it is a depth of soul reached sense of self phenomenon… it is what we allow another to touch within…

Knowledge arrives in a sense of self… a sense of humor about life… about who we are… the serious never prosper as much as those with a sense of laughter about life and their place in amongst the many leaves… our knowledge is endless… it is grand… it is elusive… it is flawed… and perfect… in fact it is the imperfections of hue that ignite the passions in others… those small things we take for granted that others sense within us… we are endless opportunities that others capture with one turn of their heads… those same visions are to us elusive… we grasp as them fleeting before our eyes and in all ways seem to mist two five the tangible element of knowledge… we believe it at times to be the accumulated study of a subject… or the number of books we have read… knowledge is some what of that… more it is the ability to think… to be flexible… to know intuitively that we are knot all knowing… in fact we learn quite easily that we can never master a subject… we can however be a student of many… a learner or experimenter or adventurer in the study of life… life is this thread of wonder that weaves around and through the tapestries of hue… mingling your colors with the colors of each soul you touch… knowingly or knot…our sense of proportion is elusive… easier it is to believe in significance… when we are on the modest side… hard is our belief of tangible contribution… for ourselves as well as for others… reality is a concept we make up as well as the dreams we have within that frame work… we train others how to treat us… our dreams influence our decisions and our beliefs limit our choices… these realities create our reality… life consists of enough physical realities… we need knot employ false ones to those that exist… yet we due… we place them before us with can’t and don’t and wouldn’t… yet… we have in time over come those original barriers to realize that we could if we only did… the knot involved in those steps are not real knots… they are mental barriers to enjoying life… to the adventure of this life time… doors are easy to open… as easy as they are to close… the are knot or aren’t is just a state of being ready knot two… once the knot is taken away… then you are ready to open the door and step within the wonder of just one opportunity or direction or exploration of your passion…the more we due the better we get at being who we are… what is elusive about each day is grasping the thread of others and using them to encourage your mine to expand further still… even when we forget ourselves other have knot… others still sense within us the heart and soul of our passion… we can ignore it for a time… butt eventually the magic allows them inside hue and suddenly we become aware that we are knot alone… nor have we even been… so close your eyes and let the waters of time show you… how much more you know within your heart and soul… then your conscious mine allows…

Spring does have this allure… a new budding of opportunity within us that the summer’s warmth will grow within us… such optimistic sense we gain within our souls each spring time… a promise that the cycles of time that have influenced the earth continue… that the stages of life were growing beneath the cold of winter’s blanket… the endless love we have for life and family blooms in the promised time… we can breathe in the air and taste its sweetness…we are swept away by the memories of the many times we have awakened to this pleasure in our life times… if we allow ourselves we drift away…

A way… ours or another’s is a choice… a series of steps… explorations of hue… an adventure in learning we are… of how we respond to the words others place before us… how the directions of sound influence our experience of the moment that is now… what we do with the pleasures…those past pictures we stored within us as pictures or movies we return and replay with sighs of emotional waves… what we do with the ones we wish to forget… but need to know the lessons of… we learn with time to place things in their proper category for us… to have the lessons close and the emotions some place else for some things… and to have the emotions close and the wonder even closer for others… within each we file these senses as part of the complete hue… each peace makes us more of who we are… for who we are is the steps we have taken to get where we are now… it is the experience of life that defines us… nothing more… and when we put aside the less rewarding experiences and take within the mores of life we grow exponentially… more desire… builds more passion… more passion… more enthusiasm… more enthusiasm… more creativity… more creativity… more flexibility… more flexibility… more opportunities… more opportunities… more possibilities of finding… the more possibility… the greater passion we have for awakening each day in love with life… our place in the adventure… and mostly the wonder of the love you have surrounding hue… how we arrived at the place we are now is just the way we have wandered… what we do with the gift of the present… well that is the wonder… the possibility… the creativity… the passion and the desire we can bring forth within us to unfold the opportunity that is today…

Two much in one place pulls… knot enough leaves a whole… a blank spot within the frame work of the landscape… a place where care will be needed to fill in the void left by the taken away… two much is as off balance as two little… at some point in time that witch desires to separate must or it dies…restricted by the factors of confinement… the soul is unable to bloom… to blossom as it should…

That witch the mind captures realigns itself in perfect harmony with what we have learned to direct us to where we must continue to learn more of… humor simmers in the light of that witch we now know…

I wish I could say it was all from the best of virtues… to sense a smile or an awakening in your soul is truly an inspiration to me… life is what we make of it… dark or light… for each is part of the cycles of life… each day a small parcel or gift… what we take of that gift… what we give with the gifts of hue… of our time and values… our virtues… talents… and love… becomes us… as time passed the intent became what it is… the best of ideals I could harbor within… so that now I feel at least worthy of beginning the adventure we began a decade or so ago…

Dawn arrives early… sleep is fleeting while I am shaken… stirred to the morning hours… my time is captivated by thought in the early hours… awake most days before the sun rises… awake to the thoughts of time… for me the dawn is not the light butt the delight of awakening before all others… to get to the small tasks at hand… in imagination all thoughts are fleeting when the cloud of sleep is removed… except for the signatures left by those guests who wish to be known… sleep is not an option for me at so early an hour… my dreams I carry with me… so sleep ends with an awakening touch… same as all ways…

The avenue of decision leads us to a cross… a bend… an intersection of thoughts… all the information we have and still we wonder witch is our way… intuitively we know more then our conscious lets on… follow the steps of the unconscious and hue will find the direction your heart takes you… know also that what ever step you take… it is a necessary one to gain the insight to make more… decisions are like any art we cultivate… the more we practice making our own… the better we get at making them ourselves…

Life glows… each step is a direction… the more specific we are… the less opportunity can get in our way… happiness is a road block to being other wise… push happiness before hue and try in vain to be some thing other then joy filled… I tried to get sad butt happiness blocked me and now I am so very happy that he did… a perspective in life… tilts the emotional wave… a hand in time stitches the pattern of cloth… a practical matter… still the course we walk is one that we have gathered to us… knowing we can change brings about a sense of accomplishment… I used to believe that I needed to over stand the process… in some respects knowing the way was help filled… after a time I became stuck in the steps… the routine of that witch I was knot best suited… I tried desperately to step out of me… captured I was by the thought of my own shyness… my own reluctance… my own road blocks conjured up by my own imagination… I could knot see me for the forest of me… lost in perfect camouflage… a dweller on the threshold of my own dreams… of witch I was knot a part of any more…

A small some thing alluded me for some time… of course eventually we grasp the riddle of our life time… we become the life we lead… the journey becomes us… unfolds within us… the steps… the foundations of the person we our… life is about direction… about exploration of the wonder of hue… the gift we seek in relation to who we are is simple who we are… the gift is hue… the present of now… the touch of our hand… the sound of our voice… the love we give without expectation of return… life becomes the journey of exploration of each moment we share… the memories are those we cultivate in our hearts and imagination… so where ever we are in mind is home…

Wants are what they are… we some times grasp a want and achieve its expression of joy within our minds… the need satisfied is more to my liking… the need that speaks of quiet focus of mind to body to soul reflected in the illusion of the pool… the mirror of ones passion… the kiss of liquid fire… an explosion of colors across an imaginary line of over standing that what is shimmering in the pool is the reality of what dreams due… a drop of a stone and the waves more out… covering the image with ripples of change… until the next time when stillness occupies the mind…

Rippling is an effect… a response to the drop of a single stone… or a time thought into a pool that is calm… some describe them as circular waves that move out from the center ever expanding… ever increasing the touch of their surface until the circle finally thins to the point of breaking down and just tingling a bit… the effect of all this is that time flies… things get done… and the day is more in joy… happiness is an obstacle to other less desired states if we allow such barriers to exist… surrounding oneself with a good state of mind is a barrier to that witch others fall prey two… set the ripples free to expand their touch… a wave of emotion… sound… touch… if it can be felt in proximity… it can be felt in eternity…

The in between moments… the decision points in the diagram of a life time… we some times forget that each step is a decision… and the beauty of life is the ability to make as many different decisions as we can design… often I have gotten captured in a moment… then suddenly years have slipped by… the routine of living taking over… rolling springs to summers… a bit of time periodically to recall the moments that have transgressed… opportunities knock loudest when we are most active in mind… some times so many that it is difficult to select just one… my thoughts have led me to believe that a rainbow is much prettier when hue can sense all the colors… as opposed to a single one… each of us has to grow with our choices… sow when the time comes to reap the rewards we are happiest with what has come of them…

Still… a day does not leave me when a thought missed settling into my mind of some aspect of hue… all be it that all those aspects are not of the purest mind… most are a wonder of where you are… what are you up to doing… I never stop talking to hue within my heart and soul… on the outside I do because I sense in hue a need to step away from that witch I surround hue with… the present can be over bearing at times… for me there is a constant dialogue within my imagination… I am sure if you sit for a moment you sense it… feel the present… the reach out I had to do… I am happy you responded… life is an exploration of progress… a journey of choices we make… I for one am happy you are still within the circle… the dance with you is in all ways filled with kindness and compassion… I wish for you to feel as I do… if even just for a moment in time…

When knight falls… the final kiss… the tale of tides undone… a sigh of breath taken in and let go the conscious awakening… a surrender to the unconscious rest of the mind… a drift off to the dreams that manage the night time… a way with each step taken draws to a close… coming nearer to the end of that witch one began… at the foot face to face with choice what is the answer… to one it is yes… of course… a forgone conclusion… for another a variety of sighs unfold in trembling hands… each words signal more of the mentioned ideas… each words set free that witch is inside… one for a time… another for a reason… each for the knight… a tranquil parting of the day… a slip into a warm shaded bath…

There are things I miss… people… butt one has to allow for space in life… at least it is best in my opinion to allow each other the space… we can leave the note upon the door step and let the answer be silence of a stream of consciousness… what has amazed me most often is that the answer is silence… for silence speaks in two patterns… one is the silence of contentment… when their truly is knot a word that can be said… old friends sitting with each other… in total silence of a bliss filled moment… the other is the silence of ignorance… the purpose full denial of a response… or the refusal to let go… there are things I miss about each one… it is my hope that one day… each one will wander back across time and cross paths with me… it may be a fool’s hope in that regard… but it is all that there is… for time and life have taken them away… and until the circumstances change… are altered by another wave he folds of time blind me and hide them…