We would dance with many elements of nature… we are just that way… the gentle rain… the soft breeze or the gentle fall of snow… warmth is internal when one thinks of it… truly it comes from how we imagine our words… or the words of others… at some point or place in time we have experienced the cold… felt its icy sting… part of growing up in the world of reality… it is important to note the cold shoulder as well as the warm embrace… preferences come easily to us… at the day of awakening of the mind and soul… the body is awash in passion… what we do with the art of that passion defines us… read the book from cover to cover and you will know half of what the artist felt… the between the lines and you will know the depths… getting to know when to read more and when to read less… to read out and not in… to just let it be what it is… and then to make more of that witch we have… all lessons we learn across time… we would dance with many elements of nature… and find each one a dream…

In time we find what we are looking for… in time we find what pleases us… in time we surround ourselves with that witch we can feel comfortable with… in time we arrive at the place where our minds… heart and soul are at peace with the world… in time we find solutions to the wonders and manage to find places for each in our treasures… in time we find soul mates who follow us… who lead us… who challenge us… who free us… who make us more by their presence… who live within us and share the same smiles… the same laughter… the same embrace… in time we learn to share… to have desire… to burn with passion and to love in ways we never dreamed possible for even a moment… yet here we are… able to do all those things and experience them… in time we learn what fits into our lives and what must be left behind as a memory and a lesson… in time we sort out the not so wonderful as lessons learned never to be repeated… in time we learn to cherish the wonderful as times and memories we can bathe ourselves in over and over when ever we need that reminder of just how important we are to another… in time we find the way to our own internal happiness and peace of mind that we can share with others… in time we learn the passion of a kiss… the wonder of desire and the miracle of being loved physically… mentally and spiritually… in time we savor those desires as true moments when time has stood still in our lives… in time we share the words with others we believed we could never share… in time we open our souls and bare them in total vulnerability… in time we are loved for the gift of being who we are… in time we learn that nothing… that silence is a gift when wrapped in happiness… in time we learn that such a peace and emotion as joy is internal and can be found within when one looks in the write place… in time we learn that when we have one hand to hold we have the courage to do anything… in time we learn that when we encourage others it motivates us to take steps in our direction home… in time we learn that home is where we are and where we allow those who love us to visit… in spirit… in mind… in person… in time we can move the mountain that once stood in our way… one shovel full at a time… in time we can scale walls… bring down fortresses or even find ways around them… in time we can love and be loved with such passion that the mere thought ignites physical reactions in our being that sends shock waves through the earth… in time we learn to communicate with words… with expressions… with touch… and with thought that touches the other in mind body and soul… in time we learn of the soul friends… the souls mates and the soul wonders of sharing our deepest being with others… once bared a soul is forever open to the one we bared it to… once open a soul is vulnerable to them for all time… once vulnerable we learn to give freely of the peace and love within…for the soul has no other defense… in time we learn the power of love… the magic of its reach and the passion it invokes… in time we are shaken… stirred… turn over and under and finally laid to rest on passion’s kiss… in time we manage to reach across time and define a moment in time we can share… in time we will look back on these times and smile… for they will be the times we wish most for once more… in time we learn that circles define a life being lived and a line defines a life that has crossed over… in time we see the art of our choice as both a blessing and a curse… in time we reduce the curse and increase the blessing… in time we know the muse… the inspiration and the love of both so deep it fuels our fires… in time we find and keep one kiss as the one that sparked our creativity… that burns within us… that we day upon day desperately attempt to share… butt can never reach… in time we learn that while it may seem frustrating to never get there… it is more exciting to find that with each day we open the possibility that we can go further then we could the day prior and we know we will be able to go beyond on tomorrows promise…in time we learn that each dawn is a new opportunity to grow and each sunset a lesson in the shades of color we can explore in our minds until the next day… in time we make our own fire works and kindle our own passion… in time we free each other from the strings… from the routines… from the illusions we have… in time we find the time to walk in dreams and spend time imagining… in time with time we have the moments… time becomes wonderful when we have the time to share… the hands to hold and the arms to embrace life each and every day… in so doing we enrich the lives of each one we touch and our touched by each life we share…

A want is something we desire to have… a need is well some thing we must have to move forward in our lives… a want if we think in terms of relationships is a particular some one to love… the need is to be loved for who we are… if we find that some one who loves us for who we are… that is a very freeing love… one that opens our eyes hearts and minds to the many wondrous adventures life has in store… an old man once said that youth is wasted on the young… for they seek what they are blind to… they crave what they should ignore and they find in time they had all that they desired in the first place… it is true in every life… we seek love when we are blind to its presence all around us… and we crave those things that we believe will make us happy… but they are just things… happiness is internal and can exist within at any time in any place…

There is in all things time for what we need… though what we want is some times different or perceived different… our needs get taken care of… maybe it is by the hand of a stranger or a awakening by a word from far away… when we share there is hope… and when there is hope there is a possibility that in the dawn of the new day there will be that spark… optimism suits me… I have to be that for age has stolen a lot from me… looks fade… reactions slow… abilities wane over time… the heart however remains strong and focused… the soul finds the mates we have and stay with them… around them… we need only be there at times for the moments to be memorable… this time was a step in the right direction… many a dawn rose where I caught a glimpse of hue on the horizon watching over… and many a night fell in the silence of the veil darkening when the hues crossed paths once more… the thinnest allowing for a touch or a spark of imagination… we teach as we go… we learn as we go… we grow as we go… until suddenly without much warning we are the people we intended to be…

Of all the tides that rush in there are some that warm us beyond our barriers of imagination… of all the waters we touch there are some that heat us to the point of desire… of all the seas we travel there are some that bring to mind exploration s and adventures more then others… in time with time we learn to dream because we touched those waters and explored the avenues in witch they wandered… in time we learn to be thankful for the moments we have with those we touch us and spark our minds to be aware… to share the peace within us… off all the moments I have shared the ones with hue have been memorable…

In time I am told we are wrapped in the world we send… if that be true you would be wrapped in passion… and consumed by its fires… in life we get opportunities to reach across the thin veil of time and send messages… yours are the ones that spark responses… in time we learn what we are here for in the eyes of others… accepting it is often the hardest choice we make in the delight of what we now know… but at this time of year as the winter begins and the holiday edges closer we begin those celebrations of ending and beginning… we take into our account the things we do and the things we should have done… and each year we strive to be more… to do more to accomplish more… there is that hue that stirs the magic in others… that sparks the passion… be aware of the warmth… the tide… and the dawn that awakens for in each is a hand… a heart and an embrace…

On the eve I sit here writing I found an old passage from some time ago and used it… for it was as appropriate today as it was on the eve of this time then… a message about the wonders of time… words… unspoken dreams shared in the world of imagination… at some point in time we find ourselves captivated by the pure wonder of time passing over us… I have aged in my time and gotten across the water’s edge the least of my worries is that I will survive the next year… so much more to think about… so much more to accomplish… as the time ends… another begins… a small step in the line of time… On the eve I sit her and reread some of the old entries of times pasts on this eve of celebration… my words have changed a lot in time… become more refined by use… softened by the tides I have ridden… that is life honing ones talent and artistic prose… in time with time I will be known knot as a writer or artist at all… but as nothing more then a common man in a world of common men… in the quiet silent seconds I reach out and find that time has moved past me… it is no longer my time… the time has become another’s… so it goes…

Away us a direction… purpose full as any step can take one… we go toward some thing we imagine being there for us… along the way we find the steps either doing some thing for us or knot… if they are as we believe them to be we continue in the direction we have chosen as our own and never mind the shadows or the edges… keep to the center of the way and get where we are going… on the alternative if we step aside and ind our steps are leading us to stray from what we want… need or desire… the alterations to get us back on the course of our way are obvious to the casual observer butt a great many times they are elusive to the one stepping along the way… some times we have to get what we desire to find we never wanted it in the first place… we send messages along the wires of our communication by our words… actions… sense of things… and then we need to read them as they are received… for the true meaning of a word is not in what we wish it to say or want it to say… the true meaning of a word is how it speaks to the one we sent it to… a slight nuance or question often comes up in how did one read that into what I said… interpretation is a balancing act between the writers… the speakers… and how often have people who live together misinterpreted one another or taken for granted the other out of simple belief that they would know what was meant… the pair of dice we wish to know is knot in all ways the one we imagined… in fact it is probably knot the one we imagined at all… for one word in reality unbalances the perceived ideal…eventually the direction away arrives at a place where if one makes a step further away they are actually moving toward home… the circle of life makes for an interesting reality… so that the envisioned step away is in reality a step toward where we started from… a way of measuring the change… of allowing the one of before to meet the one of know… a way of placing the two side by side to bring to delight the differences… the growth… the knew hue…

I have grown some what tired… cynical… out of touch… it is time for me to grasp a better grip… get in touch with that witch that began this all and put to rest the uneasiness… it used to be some what different… the pathway is closed… the door will knot open… I knock and the answer is no… I placed my request and received a negative reply… it is time to go… and yet I remain… if a few steps back… I still remain… what kind of fool does such a thing as to remain where they are not wanted… ignored… pushed aside… left waiting at the door… this man is a fool… butt then I knew that about me… the stubborn refusal to let go… even in the face of such obvious answers I stay… silence becomes me…

The wave turns over a tumbling effect and stops suddenly when the physical strikes a chord with the solid surface of earth… for a moment all is out of control bouncing endlessly around… up is distorted from down… left is knot known from right we are truly adrift in the turbulence of the power of nature and then reality strikes an we hit the solid earth and get our bearings… a bit weary from the force of it all we find our way back to the surface… back to the air and out of the waters still churning… still boiling around us… over and under… around and about… the price of the adventure it seems… a lot of possibility exists in the turning over of time… a lot of potential is there for us to explore… as each day passes in silence I am taken more away then towards… each day for me is a time to reflect on… to me words come from using them over and over and turning over still more until I find the correct ones to use… for others it is a silence of waiting for the words to find them… maybe it is because I am impatient… or maybe it is because I find silence to be a sword or a sort that cuts deep… it is a childhood and early adult memory… of being shy… quiet and silent… of that old part of me that allowed the passing to happen because I was afraid to speak… the fear of being noticed… of being seen… of being more then a shadow… so in time… I learned to use the words as a constant stream of conscious thought… the mistakes are different… mistakes not of silence butt of words so many that the message is missed in the multitudes of conversation… never have I been balanced… imbalanced is more of what I am… out of sorts… out of control… at times I tumble with the waves… at times I am the force of nature whispering down the wires… the lack of words confuses me for I never lack them… butt then I know the silence means not a lack of words at all… it is a time to build ones courage to say the goodbye… to move on… to put into a place a time… to say fare the well… caught here I have been before… captured in the wave of silence by others who feared the words so they never spoke them… they just wandered off without a word or thought… as if I would knot notice the absence… as if I never considered the loss… maybe they wondered if I noticed and were hoping I would follow after… a lesson I learned long ago was to allow a person their time and space… to give them the room they need and if they keep walking away it was meant to be… gentle is the surf we wash up on after the turbulence of the waves pounding… gentle is the smile that awakens us from our despair… gentle are the flakes of snow or the drops of rain that fall upon of cheeks… the old part is reminded that the new part is much connected to the old in ways that are good… as a way of putting perspective to the loss… this is life… an arrival… a departure… a meeting across time left by one and while I sit here and watch each step move them further away knowing full well the road will not lead us back again… I still have the hope some where that time will allow… but such is not the core of me finding exception… such is the optimism in me wishing for a way for some one to find themselves in the turbulence of life and to see what I see and hear what I hear… such is the reality of life that we can say what is in our hearts and be left as if we kept it to ourselves and never shared… in fact we are reminded that the situations are similar… that one left because of silence and one departed because of words… how interesting is that… what a wondrous path life some times is that it leads us around the mountain so we can experience both sides… ignorance was my sin before… indulgence is my sin now… saying not what was in my heart was my sin before… saying to much of what is there is my sin today… keeping the art within was my sin of old… letting out the art that the muse inspires is my sin these days… what person is closer to the reality of me is left to those who know me better then I know myself…for that is my failure… alack of knowing myself more then anything… unaware I was of the sides of me that could be lured to places and away from others… selfish is the mind and heart that wished to possess… then at the same moment gentle is the hand that wishes peace and tranquility… and sets the soul free of its thoughts to decided for yourself… what hue wish for… what you desire and have passion for in this place and time… I have laid bare my soul once to often and found the cold ground instead of the warm embrace… changes I would not make in those steps for they free me from my original time… shy I continue to be in reality… and the invitations are fewer then they were… butt in the stillness of dawn as the veil thins I can see… hear and feel… what is not said… butt since I never read it in reality,,, hear it in a voice or feel it on my physical being… over time… in the turbulence of the wave I waver in my belief that it is real… that it was real… that it continues to be real… the silence does this to me… twists my mind and my beliefs until I am unsure of all… and so it goes… and so it is now as we end this year similar to the end of last year… silence the sword that separates relationships finds its place and the words were to the point and stuck… I have the words to say what is in my heart… and I said them… I do what I can do to ease the ouch of knowing me… for it is difficult to know me… to have known me… to continue to know me…easy is not a word that weaves its place in my relationships with others… for I bring an element of passion… desire and love to things and souls they are not used to or accepting of… a long time ago I defined it as requiring not a thing in return… butt that was not a total truth… the simple truth I found is that I do what I do for the relationship of words shared… of those notes… single lines at times that express a thought or a challenge or a hello in the midst of the daze we are having… tired I am of chasing the dream across continents… sad I am at the many who have stopped… and filtered away… disappointed I am in me for allowing them to slip away… what is possible now seemed beyond me a few years ago… the art transforms me… butt I am still shy… quiet and common in the realm of time… I am over and under tossed side to side… I am perplexed and bedeviled… a paradox and a straight arrow of meaning… and when the tide rushes in I am tossed across the sands of time as one more common soul along the side of a side road who did what he did and when all is said and over the edge was butt the place to leap from the landing the target we aimed for the steps a way of moving higher still and the traffic an indication of the company we kept… I have know it was time some time ago… so I let you go free and set your mind at ease… for you know longer have to search for the words to speak for I know them already… find your peace in that knowledge… find your peace in the foundation that time has built beneath your feet… find your peace in the memory of all the words shared that spoke to your heart and when you read them again will still spark desire and ignite passion’s kiss…find your peace in knowing that it was me who spoke the words in the silence of my heart so that you could be free… go in peace… be at peace and rest assured that in time there will be a time for hue to share… a time for you to hold… and a place for hue to have… it is now my time to go…

The random act of kindness… a small exchange of possibilities… a lesson in the weaving of the tapestry of ones life… each day a thread to pull through… each mind a liberal dose of experience… some embrace others thrust upon us… the anger… the fear… the aggression to get some where beyond the reach… beyond the place we are… I am not angry any more… disappointed… I am not afraid any more… curious… I am not aggressive any more… an exploration of mind… a swirl of activities comes to mind and I am fixed in place… the way altered and now for a time left… a jar scattered across the floor is ones only way in… ones only way out… ones only means of reaching the place they desire… the random act of unkindness is more common… butt then we are human… and while we desire the touch of another more often we ignore its possibilities…

Within the words are meanings we take… and left to our own imagination we find the words to explain the words set before us… we find the words in the words we use… silence uses know words… silence is the absence of the touch of words… we think them in silence… we ponder them in silence we mull them over in silence but we find them knot in silence… we find them in the conversations of our hearts and souls… and now I go a different way… as far from the silence I am granted as I can go… as far away from the silence as I can reach for it is the escape of the silence I seek… the freedom from its anger… its fear and its aggression towards me… I wish to step aside of the thoughts that caused the veil to exist and remind myself of the wonder that is… I wish to explore that love and creativity that I know is there… I wish mostly to break myself free of the image that I cause the silence… that I caused the divide… for I know I did and I wish not to remind those of that any more… I over stand the silence is the way of saying it is time to go… it is time to part… to finally end… I know the words are impossible to find to say such things… goodbyes are to me so final… so set in stone… but silence is that departure for me… it is that rock I cannot break… the turn in the rod I must take and because I caused it even more challenging… I reached out my hand… and silence continues… forgiveness is not for me to consider for I did not ask for that… I asked simply for the over standing… to witch I get more silence… and after days of notes and letters of peace I am finally at peace myself… the turbulence of this time is for this time and now I am in need of another time… I will return to doing without expectation… without a consideration of that witch and move forward in time doing that witch becomes me… for in that wonder possibility exists that I may mend the bridge or cross the path that silence has placed between us… for now a need of good by exists… a need to say fare the well… to close a door on a time we had and open another to begin new… and so it happens on this day in time that I set aside all that I and seal it shut…

With time we explore the crevices… without time we scurry past in a rush to get some where from the where we once were… how often is time the deciding factor in what… with whom and where… how often is the dance a dance of escaping the time we have in hope of the time yet to be…a fog of hazy sight blinds… a fog of weary mind distorts…a fog of circumstances lets in the rain… lets in the cold… lets in the snow… it is cold outside as well as in… it is cold to the touch and warm to the taste… silly the sensations can be… with them… or without… we find our way in the fog…

Hard is not the word… difficult or frustrating is more to the point… and for the silliness of time… interesting how the absence of time allows for such tension and spoken words out of ones mouth that as they are said are grasped at even before they land upon another’s ears…

Words have that way of finding the time to be said… I think in time we do find the words we need to say… we find them in the creative impulses we indulge ourselves within… over time and a number of words I have stretched the imagination… I have stretched the truth a note or two… I have possibly made more incorrect choices then correct ones… the simplistic way I view the world as it turns allows for me to encounter the cycles as they are for me evolving while at the same time tolling… words have this way of finding me… and when I read a note last night it was one that tastes the bitter with the sweet… it was not a long note… one of those that was direct and to a point that stuck… and awareness suddenly made its head appear… the tide rose… it settles inn for a time and then slips away… and there arrives a message in a bottle… the door being ajar it floats in from a time before and says what we already knew… what we had in the back recesses of our mind… as I said the point stuck… step back be aware… listen… hear me… sow many of the times are imagined that the reality and the fantasy melted into one… so many of the opportunities missed that the tide washes away not only the sands butt the actual time… words have that way about me… they have that way of finding me in times of creative impulse and rolling out in all directions…a volcano effect… the top being removed once over the edge it is difficult to wander back inside for the freedom is so exhilarating to the soul…time arrives and it is time… I hear butt I fail to listen… I hear the sounds in the silence and I fail to respect them for what they are… projecting my wishes and my thoughts across them… the door being a jar allows for a certain reflection… and the mirror of the glass has two sides… the one that is and the one we had hoped it would be… a long note was written to me on a short piece of paper… on the surface of time it had a message… while in the between times and under was another more pointed thought… and so it goes… I responded as I do in such things by stating the obvious that I would be where I am when the time arrived with the words I already know for they were in the between… stubborn will only get you told forcefully what the gentle and aware realize immediately… when some one fails to find the words they are not easy words for them to say… hello is easy… greetings are easy… passing time is easy… the challenging words are words of departure and ending… of explanation for the need to leave… experience speaks to me of partings and silence… it was a nice way of saying thanks butt know thanks… of being kind to the old… never do we pass these ways… in so doing we depart this day for the next… in a way the challenge is in getting used to the endings and the new beginnings… a burden I have become… some thing I never wished to be… butt here I am in time at this place where the thought of me burdens a mind… an imagination… a difficulty of words exists… beside myself I have become… in a few days time I will leave… in a few days time I will wander some place else for a few days time… unsure I am of where this next turn will lead me… what I am sure of most of all is that I wish not to be thought of as a burden… a distraction or a difficulty in another’s life… easier it is to step back and give the room with a wider view then it is to pursue the reasons for such ideas… the note itself was but a line or two… the path it lead me on is long and winding and while I pass through it I know the truth in the words… for I failed to listen to the words… it is time to be more of what I truly am… and less of that witch I pretend to be… the urge to write is a strong one… a muse filled demand of my time… butt it is not time to write… it is time to muse… it is time to mull… it is time to ponder the change in tide… and go for a ride… tranquil as the waters are turbulence is but a stones throw away… the easy words are spoken effortlessly… the difficult ones take that build up of courage…

Snow flakes… snow dreams… snow passages… tunnels or forts of cold security… warmed by the blankets and the heat of imagination often find a way to the depths of one way or another… we find time in the most unusual of places… in the words of a note or the thought that sparked imagination…what ever brings the tide high or the river of dreams to delight… roll with it… for just as suddenly as time arrived… time disappeared…

I got the message it was there in between the words… blind as I am at times I eventually get it… I eventually accept what is apparent… though I will continue to have hope… and continue to watch from the shadows… I will not actively pursue… nor will I step outside the confines I have set… of course I accept the fault of things… one has to be aware of how they impact another… and when I got lost within my own I failed to consider the other… life teaches us those lessons with a harsh hand… not always the slap to the face… some times it is a word that goes straight to ones heart… and sticks in solid… true… I got the message… it was a polite leave me be… and so it goes… life is funny that way… we never know… the state of being unsure is probably the best state to be in… in that way we take not for granite a thing… and keep the doors ajar… for that note or some thing that will alter the perspective… polite as it was and is… the step is some what bitter sweet to the taste… it was time for a change and those who are courageous and strong make changes when it is time… myself I am some what of a let it runs its course sort of person… and sea where the river runs… stepping back out of the light to the shadows of my imagination… I will send the card along… the occasional smile… nothing out of the ordinary once the door is opened… butt until then I will remain in the silence of my own making… resigned to the course… in time with time the time will arrive once more… and depart once more… for each day is that small bit of time… that small spark of hope that there will be… but alas I am that eternal optimist… and while reality has not shown me the facts to place my hope upon… it is still possible for me to… and sow I do…

The message was soft and settled in… the message was complete without exception… the message was to the point stuck… and in the now of a time later I know as I knew from the first moment of silence… the thing is… in the past I would have been beside myself with words… beside myself with trying… today I am beside myself and observing me… and simply saying… so it goes… and while I wish for some thing other then I got… I truly got what I deserved and needed… and truly so it goes… and at some point in time when the time is right there will be words… until then…

It snows… for that is a matter for the natural combinations of temperature… and moisture to bring forth… often it is mixed with the crisp layers of ice… to crunch under one’s feet… I enjoy the days when travel is not possible or desired and one can sit in the comfort of home and watch out the window the as the snow flakes fall…warmed by a fire or nestled in with a good book or two…

All of us have our crazy nests where we sit… some have them caste upon them… others fall into them by default… still they mold us… give us proportions…

Of wondering eyes we weave a pattern of ways… of magic and tranquil pastimes none to despair… a united paring of the down… the closest one gets to the farther they pull away from the nestled close and comfortable… one has to leap to gain… one has to trudge to find a spiritual way… there is no other imagined sequence of events… to earn the write the passage must be written… the course of movements must be danced and the music that plays for you in bells tolling must be tolled to dwell… it is as it is and shall in all ways be… butt wait we do still in hopes less colored blind to factual daze… we dream in spite of the reality proposed and placed… we find reason in the madness and hope in the eternal darkness of the night… it is as it should be and has in all ways been… she sleeps… she awakens… she sleeps some more… the wandering minstrels walk the closed doors… who knew the temptation would be so sweet and taste so bitter… who knew the avenue was closed just beyond ones sight to see more to feel the pleasure then the pain for a moment we dive into the pool expecting a lake and finding a puddle… swim we sill do in the present… fro a drop of rain is some what refreshing to the thirst as a waterfall… it gets you wet despite ourselves…

Blankets stir memories… warm ones… cuddled… the safely of closeness protected thoughts that linger… still is the wind swept… still is the idea… trapped between the sudden and the slow… beginnings are expected… endings anticipated… chilled we are to the bone of beginnings… endings… arrivals and departures… we stir the drink to mix the flavors as best we can… in the early there is temptation… in the late there is acceptance of what one can give into… still is the air as one breathes held in to keep the edge aware of the next to place a precipice upon the leap that faith allows us to ponder… we can walk to the next of doors and wink and wonder… we can leap and dance and sing a song of time and space to be that witch that many dream to be we are now surrounded by thoughts of falling and laugher and getting captured in an embrace of time beyond time… we fall further down the line of times… and as sleep takes us we give in… satisfied that the thought has done its wonder in the others mind… until then we whisper and let it go…

Beds are made… to burn… to spark… to invoke dreams… to stir the magic of warmth… to fire… to passion’s kiss that awakens the sleeping hue… beds are made to burn… to set afire the imagination of being consumed…

Now I twisted the thought as I am often prone to do… for a thought is a single thread of imagination that when wrapped around another’s mind can conjure up a thousand sparks… each one possible to explore the colors of the spectrum before ones eyes… the heart is pulled in the many ways… a thread that builds structure and support… that holds out a hand… the pulls one to their breast and holds them… that whispers never mind… it is okay to dream… to imagine… to face reality and to misstep as well as step in time…

Traditions… some nice… some strange… some forced… some accepted… most are what they are… a way of doing things… of celebrating… when placed before others to participate they can be wonder filled… forced… well that is another story altogether… traditions we ask and celebrate are wondrous… traditions we impose are quite another… in my time I have celebrated a number of holiday seasons and this one is particularly difficult with family… a lot of requirements… time and talent not being enough… the need or desire for more stepping in the way… the pull in multiple direction from family… all setting their own traditions and imposing them upon me… that I find to be difficult… for my own are peace full… quiet… tranquil… and I am forced to give up mine for another’s… only family traditions can make one breathe that heavy sigh and wonder…

The drink… a stirred ambrosia… a pleasure to the pain… a lined glass… a silver spoon… a tinted ideal… a savored smile… a whispered breathless thought… slightly off to the side of things a hand to hold… a drink to sip… a thought of will to impose… a sigh of what if and the glance to move further into the shadows… to pass unnoticed out of and into… and then to smile at the awakening…

Sentimental ones we partake take of willingly are gifts… the ones we are tossed into can be a vortex of troubled times… it is a journey to where we have been before and those carry the thought of what could have been with them… or what if… they bring the heart closer to the imagination… and they can be uplifting as well as eye opening… for most the sentimental times of the year arrive at the end… when all that we promised ourselves is either done or been pushed aside and we wonder just how did another year slip by… by nature I am some what sentimental… sow I plant those seeds as far and as wide apart as I can manage… and settle into one when I fall upon its fruit… other wise I may never escape the sentimental journey…

Love is a topic that can be debated over and over… for each takes from the emotion and spirit what they can… and gives what they can… the jaded eye belongs to those who are in a dark state and find it impossible to believe… some one wrote that Christmas is love… well in a sense it is the truest expression of love for all… butt the jaded side of me sees beyond the all encompassing ideal to the singular melting of a couple… am I jaded to their concept… knot completely… just their decision to express it mingled with the season… I am a believer that it is dangerous to mix seasonal celebrations with personal ones… for the effects are life long… I believe we should create our own celebrations… our own special occasions… to me the days are special enough… butt then that is me… and I do see the wonder of dawn… the trip of the darkness of night as opportunities… so many see them only as the beginning and the ending… butt all the same I am jaded by false family traditions that are insisted upon… that we do because our parents require it of us… or that started some time ago and now continues… and we are going through those steps as routines… butt then every so often there is that moment when we know… that it was the correct place to be and time… what we do for love only we know… the one who receives it may never see it as that at all… butt then that is the wonder of this time and place… that we can be a gift and be in the shadows all at the same moment in time… if is like that thought that if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around did it make a sound… if we love and it is felt butt knot known to be us… is it still love… in my mind the tree makes the sound and the it is still love of the deepest kind…

Love truly is knot enough… there is some thing more to love that we need grasp… love being a multilayered emotion… if we grasp love as a physical need… to touch to comfort to provide… it is not enough… if we grasp it as an emotional strength to support… hold… it is not enough… if we grasp love as a spiritual presence that reminds… encourages… it is not enough… love has to be all three so it expands one upon the other… so much of love is seen through the eyes of family… couples… that we miss the casual aspects of love we encounter each day… love exists in the act of stepping forth and doing… some times we are not enough… that does not lesson the love we provided or take away from the need… in a way it encourages more… love is about more… for love is an ever expanding wonder… that each defines as their own… love to me is not the same as love to you… similar yes…sharing many of the same qualities… butt knot the same… your experience with love being different then mine you will have a unique take on its power… butt you will know that love exists in even the strangest places… between friends just meeting… between casual touches… across time and space… you sense the presence of love in the air that you breathe and the family that surrounds you… love is about action… reactions… protection… encouragement… creativity and sharing of space and especially time… love the physical aspect of it is not enough… nor is enough measured by any single quality of love… love is measured by the time… and some times know matter how much we give… know matter how much we share… love will knot be enough… the other will require more then we have a capacity for…

Christmas time is a time of great spiritual uneasiness for a great many… the rush of non-religious… the sharing of time with other religions… family time… then there is that false sense of holly daze… all coming together… and people fall into a routine of wishing well… knot that it is bad thing it is not… but for some it feels less then wonderful… my way has in all ways been to step back… to let go what it said… to appreciate the thoughts granted me… to cherish the time I have had… to learn from the moments and to see within each person the truly human need… the spiritual aspect of Christmas is missed by so many… even the most religious fail to grasp the magic of it… of total giving… of granting with know want or desire or expectation of a return… to just surround what you love with possibility… with opportunity… with an atmosphere that nothing is impossible if you believe and love one another… the gift to the world is hue… once you over stand that and believe it with all your heart and soul… you are at peace with the world…

The space does not limit my emotions… nor change my view… the lack of words does not separate me from hue… each dawn… each day… each evening as darkness falls… there is that present… that stroke of ones time across the hands of time that is sensed in the moment when the veil is thin as darkness wanes and light begins… as the light fades and the darkness falls… the lack of words does not pale at all the heart… nor the soul… nor the spirit within… the ride is the same… the wait I am used to… where ever you go… whom ever you are with… it is knot far from me in the spirit of time… I write these words not to encourage a response though it is some thing I would love to read… there is more to my passion… my desire… then the simple aspects of warmth… of comfort… of kindness that is shared between us… some times in life it is important to find a note along the way that tells us we are thought about… that we are loved for the person we are… that the gift is hue… the wonder of our time and thoughts more then a physical present… you are missed… your smile… your laughter… your present… we parted at a time when change was necessary… when perceptions needed to be realigned… because they were limiting… in my life there is not room for ouches when I think of you… there is only room for smiles… and embraces filled with tears of joy and shared memories… there is a peace of me that resides with you all ways… it is that peace I wish most that you have from this day forward… until then…

The complete necessity is some what transparent… even bare essentials hide some thing… what that some thing is tends to be up to the eye of the beholder… one can bare their very soul and the knowledge be missed… it depends on what the ear hears… the eye sees and the heart feels… and then it is a question of capability… what are they capable of at that moment in time… there is no question that life is about timing… the swing can bring souls in proximity but the timing is what makes them collide… and for all the hits there are a multitude of misses… so we can strip away some of the pretense and lay bare the soul… that is what is happening… what we are articulate at comes forth… what we shy away from has shown itself in time already past… where we go is forward… and let the swing… swing… let the days pass into night… and the lyrical words form in any language… for what one hears is truly a reach from the soul…

Imagination is everything… imagine that… imagine what could have been is and what can be… imagine not being able to imagine… and what is an imagination butt an ability to seize a thought beyond what is possible and to pull it into the realm of reality… imagine being the person you always wished… now imagine going beyond that… to be the person that maybe our pets believe we are… imagine doing all the right things at all the right moments… to some respect that would make life less interesting… but it is the ability to imagine that takes us… wraps us… rolls us around… it has a dark side as well as a good side… we can imagine darkness befalling… as well as we can imagine the light at the end of the tunnel… and if one catches an eye it is nice to imagine that maybe they are thinking of us in that way… it does bring a smile or a shiver of wonder as we imagine… we are after all… able to imagine that quite easily now aren’t we…

A long daze… two long when the roll one into the other one… much two much is required at times by those who do… still the nuances are such that we tend to provide all we can even if it means the time is spent late into the hours… as one day rolls into another day… the busier we are the more effort we apply until the law of diminishing returns lays his hands upon us… in time our day expands to the length and the breath… and we still only get sow much done… to dew more requires a notion of time… a place in time when time is slowed and we are moving at a much faster pace then time himself… I remember the boring aspects of time as one stood waiting in a line and the exponential aspect of time when one is sitting with joy and wonder… and I suspect if we could utilize time in some ways we could explore within an hour the seconds in time… and get more done so that when we need the time we have… we can spend it doing those things we truly desire… butt that is time… and some times we have time by the hand… and at others we are racing to capture just enough of time to satisfy the very basic needs we have…

Daze or nights…the hiding is the same as the hare… often it is one and the same… of course nothing is ever that similar as to be confused for the exact… butt over time our ability to discern becomes some what distorted… we expect a certain level of cheer… of spirit within ones holly daze… and when that falls short of the mountain we top off the tree at the most opportune place and camp out under the stars… there is for some the day… others the night… and for the rare few the wondrous moments in between when the veil is thin and some what transparent…