The singular… a single structure in the midst of others yet one in as many as the eye can see… what attracts the eye to the seeing… what brings forth the source of what is inside to settle upon this one of many…thrown in the midst of the whirlpool we grasp at the air thin and scatter and come away enchanted by the spring… embracing the multitudes of time… space and the place we managed to hold if even for a splitting of a second we knew in that second we were…what comes after is the epilogue of the journey… the ending so that another chapter in time can begin… we meet in the chance of time… we bond in the chance of time we decide in the moment… we culminate and dissipate in moments… we spring forth… fall back…we leap in faith’s arms to land on the face of reality… we dream of a time that never comes until it is before us at the most inopportune moment and yet if we are to succeed in our quest we must give up all to gain a foot hold on some thing other then the things we have… and some times that means letting go of the solid rock… to venture forth into the air that surrounds us… the singular choice that is ours… doing what is write for us… for me for ich or dich one or the other or both mixed in the frame work of this time in our lives… we know no other way to get to the top of the bottom… for even when we reach a place above some one there is still others before us… still more of the same until we realize that life is a series of the same repeat days… one upon another given a sequence in time so we can grasp the one that we turn on… that we finally get it write on… it is the journey of being who we are… if we leave it all to chance we must accept that chance does not bring forces together… chance creates the opportunity for the forces to come together… makes the possible out of the impossibility of time and space… but if we ignore that we miss that… for we saw the world as limited to knowing only so much… and fear kept us one step away from knowing more… or was it hesitation that makes me wait… or the anticipation of the time when it finally does come around once more… I am me as you are she and we are all together… I believe is the line from I am the Walrus… who was Paul as we know from the confession of the writer… years later… can we believe the confession when it comes years after the fact… or do we ignore the truth and believe what we choose two… where has the time gone… marched off into the night I am afraid of the tides… they shift me out of my ability to fathom the depths… and I am either a drift on the sea or aground on the shore… a nether place of wanting to be some place other then where I am… butt it is me… me… the solitude of me creeps in and scares the many for the few and even the few scatter after a time… the words just made it clear that I was using the time for some thing I should not… a want… a desire that was of the base not of the heart and soul of who I am… not a shared experience butt a singular desire to have… to possess… to conquer… it is the darkness within… the very soul of me that cracks under the choice… either or… one or the other… a sign of the rock or the hard place… each has the potential to crush… to lay to waste that witch that comes in between the teeth… a singular sinsation… one… ich…

The suspicion is that all is as it should be… it is certainly quiet… more quiet then it has been… the expectation would be that when the cat is away the nice will play differently then they would normally… and some of that is true… some knot… the play is as it was before… the exception is that the cat is not playing…

The forest is a series of trees… when we focus on one we lose sight of the entire… similar it is to life… if we focus on one day or event or way of things we lose sight of the ever widening view… more is only a possibility when we step out from the one tree and embrace the forest of trees… for their diversity of foliage… for their differences in color… shape size and abilities… the forest is what resides within the confines… animal… mineral… vegetable… as big as a tree and as small as a single atom… that is what defines the forest… and what defines hue within the barriers of such a place… for we are all similar to the trees… for each season we have a color… for each day a different leaf… and often we turn them over to reveal ourselves in a new light… things are what they are… one step at a time… butt for now they are quiet… and quiet is the silence most necessary…

Sense they make to others… to me they are at times the gibberish of my mind… this impulsive wave or tide that must wash forward…a some what strange string of events that are placed in the world… if they make sense to others I am some what relieved to hear… still to me they are some thing of a release of the river of thoughts that wander through my head… what sense that makes is help full…

Chance is a fleeting notion… to leave to chance is to give in… to accept less… so it goes…

I heard… and yet I am unaware… I see… but still I am blind… I sense the coming storm… and here I stand in its path… the adventure ends… so another can begin… the purpose filled… the end product of awareness and awakening arriving in an instant… unprepared I was for the change… and all the while I sought out the revelation… the awakening of the ending to begin once more… the impossible happened… as known to be the pattern of things… to move one must leave all they have gained… each step requires the desire… the passion of discovery… to explore means to know what one has and to be fearless in the face of what the next instant can bring out… a new bond or a total release from where one was… so lost I have become in the steps I have wandered… so lost in the web of wanting… that needs got mislaid… sow the lost of time gathered in the winds of change and stumbled across my path… and I fell into them… embraced them in the fantasy of my time here… putting off the needs for the needs of others… putting aside the art for some thing more… that adventure ended… in a simple word and the sounds of silence sings…

Because a vision softly creeps in… spread it seed while I was sleeping…and the vision that was planted in my brain… still remains… within the sounds of silence…

Never have I seen those words as morbid or dark… I have seen them as a way of expressing the creation of a dream… a fantasy… a light in the darkness that we keep to ourselves… that we hold onto in the face of reality we deal with day upon day… worlds turn on words…

Clarity happens in moments when we capture the elusive obvious… the paradox of us grasping that witch that was in all ways available to our senses… a simple word can open the door left a jar… what was once seen as impossible is unfolding in an instant… to be arriving and to be leaving… in some languages the words are the same… in others we make certain to distinguish the one from the other… feeling that a closure to one part is necessary to begin the next part… we graduate up to the next level of study by leaving behind that witch that was before to begin that witch is now to become that witch we in all ways knew to be… human nature is that we stop… we simply stop… at some point we know better and we stop… the circle that was that ring becomes a line of time where we used to be having moved our line forward in time we now circle beyond the capacity of the former to grasp the present… except as a stone in the path of ones life… explaining how we got to where we are… some feel the intense need to stop and release from themselves the burden of the knowledge they carry… the story… the emotions… the spirit must be set free… others will simply place such things inside themselves and go on… to each their own… each has their way of dealing with the arrivals and the departures… some embrace the visitors that wish to arrive on their shores others find reasons to arrive unnoticed and unaware…or they place barriers or limitations on what is possible in time… I believed once in a dream… I know that dream to be coming true… it lacks the perfection of my imagination that eliminated all other possibilities… yet the dream still unfolds before my eyes into a reality… taking a step back ward in awe of time and fate… to soak in the wonder of the perspectives I have before me… to dwell upon them… the clarity happened in that instant… in a discussion over a single word… I am reminded of some words from an old movie song…

Life is a movie write your own ending… keep believing keep pretending… we have done what we set out to do… for the lover the dreamer and you…

Interesting how the circles of things fall back one on two another… how we unfold one thought and it folds us over into another place… life is that sort of movie when we look back over the times we have had… the sight of looking back allows us to see the path with a bit more clarity then when we were on it… now as we sit along the side at the edge of time… we need only decide for the first time what we do with the time we have… the rest before and after matters only for historians… this is the beginning of our time… the dream has become a reality… so now what do I dream of… how do I spend my time in thought… where do I go from here…

If success is measured in multitudes then I am not a great success story… rather I am not much of a success at all… in the decade of awareness I have completed there may be only one or two successes in all that time… of course success or failure is not measured by me… it would have to be measured by others… though that is also difficult for the stories are unfolding out… as ripples do in water… the center while having knowledge of the beginning and the first few rings… has know way of following a single ripple when they are experiencing ripples of their own making… the intersections we know… the chaos of life we know… the raging storms or the calm before… we know… who we are on the other side of the adventure is the success… I walked in believing that time and patience would make a difference… that inspired thought would trip the mind fantastic… it has for me made all the world possible…

The words were heard not in sequence butt in cadence to the ears… separated by words the single letters spelled out the message… one by one the high lighted tones made their way… across time and space to the ears… the eyes… the imagination of the reader… a seasoned veteran of time… we are as a matter of course… on course…

None worse for the wear… the shoe fits… the road rises to meet… the edges worn butt comfortable to the aches and the panes that show us the outside as well as the in…we move in our journey… lessons learned the easy and the hard… a single trip and those of multiple hits… each a way of knowing more… a way of over standing that witch we have become… we are none worse for the wear or the tear of the fabric of our lives… however we know… we know what we know because of the steps we have experienced…

Lessons repeat… steps worn over by the number of times we walk a certain way in hope of a different result… when we learn the lessons are not as easy as the obvious that eludes us… the emotions at times capture us in a way we are unable to control… anger fear aggression… as well as love… patience… can be some what over the bearing of the shoulders… we need to know the avenue of our steps… yet we make the same miss steps in the hope of achieving some thing more… the sign of our insanity…

Suddenly time stops… in the flurry of things we notice the sudden silence of the time we have… there are daze when the silence outside is unheard due to the roar of activity within… when the roar subsides we hear the roar of a different nature…the scream of silence… being who we are some times have those difficult awkward moments of silence when we allow the space because we know we use the space in a certain way to deal with opportunities that appear in our life… we know how important space can be… yet we also know that silence is both a necessary evil and a hard edged sword… necessary when we use it to spend the time to put into perspective… evil when it is used to harm… to cut… to impale the mind… for the past few daze I have wandered in this silence of my time… seeking the best of ways to reach across the space and the silence… knot wishing to disturb a necessary quest… only wishing to acknowledge the present…

Time was when I would accept a decision as being binding… time was where I would just turn the other cheek to the wind and say it is part of life… that time was before now… I look for explanations… I seek the perspectives of those involved in the situation… time was where I would get angry at the one… now I have grown to realize that it is never just one… that others make mistakes in judgment… in decisions… in reactions to the actions of others… there is that political position of perceived power that sends a message… there is that thin line… where it is important to ask… what else am I knot noticing now… for when we focus on the one thing we are sure of we miss all the others things that are possible… are you sure enough to be unsure for just a moment to explore the other possibilities that are there… it is about what happened… not about who is wrong and right… it is a balance… a fine line of conduct… if we are going to allow one another to help and assist then we accept that there may be some less then perfect results in that… if we refuse to allow the help and the assistance we acknowledge that there will be some detrimental effects in that… if we under react we allow unpleasant results… if we over react we create unpleasant results…

Time shakes the tree… stirring is a gently motion to mix the flavors… time shakes the life… to let go of the past… to get on with the now… to plan for the present that awaits… time shakes hard and fast the leaves… the solitary figure… the one in the middle of the road… the last or the first… time shakes them… for they stand alone in the midst of time swirling winds and hand up on their spine to shake the effort free… time shakes nature to its core… to bring life back… to end the cycle that begins the next… for each sprout there is a circle that depicts their life… time shakes them free of the earth… free of time itself… for once their was a leaf… and time upon time there will be other leaves just the same… what changes is the age of the tree… the age of the point of view that grasps the tree and the hand of time himself…

Warm places conjure images… warm thoughts… in contrast to the cold biting of the winds of change… a dance stirs… what the wind shakes… in cloaks… masks can dance across the pages… warm places illuminated to the passing thought… a pedestrian to the dance of leaves… to the dance of change… to the winds…

The rain comes… in reds browns… yellows… golden hues mixed into the breeze… a chill the air has… a sweetness of time passing… as so goes the spring… so goes the autumn… the time to sit back and reflect on the passing of time… the culmination of another… a step in a direction… a time to breathe deep and take in… the rain falls… the rivers run deeper… the temperature falls and we are reminded of the winding road… of the circles that life makes as easily as the trees gather leaves and let them fall… sending to the earth the food that will nurture her over the winter’s cold… a delicate balance life is… a very gentle balance… one that should not be disturbed… but enjoyed for its simple beauty…

Another sees alternatives… another senses what we are some what blind to… take the paints and play with the canvas and colors… thread the lines… fold the flowers in between the pages… pressed to preserve the memory… what another grasps from our pictures is some thing of what we placed there and some thing of what they brought with them… what their eyes… ears and heart allowed them to sense… autumn is that sequence in time that is a reminder… of the promise of spring… that is harvested in the cool days of fall… what she does with the flowers is a mystery… what she does with the fruit of the vines we savor is a mystery… what she does with the cold blanket of winter is a mystery that once more will unfold come spring time… butt for now we have the colors of the rainbow… the fabric of technical colors… the freedom of imagination to use what we can to brighten the days… summer is about heat… about sweat… autumn is about savoring the sweat in the fruits of labors… about planning for the next spring… the next summer that while it seems a world away is just one revolution from where we are…

Memories of before… of times before now… when we saw what we saw for the first of times… the magic of the autumn leaves… the soft flurry of snow… the glistening of frost on the edge of trees reaching for the cool night time sky… waking as we do over time…the smallest of things trip those memories… and we fall into what we in joy do with the time that we have… the appreciation of the times… of the changes… of the slow progress of time… we are reminded of the years as they turn over… not by the calendar as much as the seasons… while we live many days the number of seasons is much less… and each holds a special place… for each has memories… autumn for those in the northern hemisphere hold the promise of family… traditions… and celebrations… these all factor into the memories we have as the weather turns that bit cooler… that little bit more spicy…

Seasons are poetry in motion… pretty much something poetic can be seen in every season… depends on ones particular point of view… witch one is more enticing to the senses… the cold of winter’s kiss… the promise of spring time… the heat of summer… or the culmination of autumns colors… each has their own lesson to learn and path to follow that trips the imagination according to the seasons song… what we do with the inspiration the time stirs tells a lot about us…

I believe the sexuality issue is one of preference… choice and tendency… our attractions bring us closer to one side or the other and we then go with it or fight it… the ones who fight it I believe have the most difficulty… the rest become who they are… being who you are is the key… knowing it can be some what confusing… sexuality is one of those very confusing areas… for we wonder… all of us… at one time or another if we are attracted to some one of the same sex… most never act upon that question… most prefer knot to know if they are… they put it aside and go on… if you believe it grant yourself the opportunity to know… there is nothing worse in life then living a lie… in sexual preferences the only way to know is to experiment… in mind or in reality… I suggest in mind for a long time before reality…

With the home you are speaking of synergies… the reflection of your mind found in another… happens all the time and yes it is a sign… reading it properly is the question… knowing what it means… many of us have gone off half cocked believing we know… only later to find we have gone off and buggered ourselves…

Life is about the risks we are willing to take to get the love we deserve to have…