We share only so much of a dream in reality… we keep some only for ourselves… for it is that some thing we fear… it is true that fear lies… fear traps us or more fear restricts us from exploring the additional possibilities… within a dream we can explore the fears easily… find ways around them… reality allows us only so many opportunities to explore and then we are forced to choose a way or a means…

We keep the part we fear telling… the part where we let go completely… where we remove ourselves from the reality of our life and fly… swim… plunge into the depths of our dream in an endless current of opportunity… we keep the part we fear allowing anyone to know… the one that where we think of being free unbound… the one where we can feed our lusts and passions without consequence… the one where we savor the life we are not living… to share them would be to admit openly that we are unhappy with certain aspects of our life… with certain people… to open that can is dangerous to our reality… and to satisfy what… a dream that may never come true… we are to practical for such delusions…

The singular I or me can accept the consequences of what ever comes along… it would be true at a certain time in our lives… and may some day be once more… once we are responsible for others… choices are made in a fluid atmosphere… the vacuum of me… or I no longer is… what is… is a fluid exchange of actions and reactions to our dreams… they are no longer singular… they are plural… for they have effects on all who are close to us…

The difficulties are perceived in mind… they are not real difficulties… butt more they are struggles within to conceive of a means by witch one can achieve what they desire… and when one has the means to reach past and into ones future and return with the knowledge of how to step toward some thing then they have to reevaluate what they know in the light of the new knowledge they have… in so doing they may wish to change that witch they have longed for…

Any edge is a threshold… a place where we stop… the limitation may be real… height… but that just means we have knot yet figured out a way to gain that height or to step beyond that… once through the threshold we are beyond that barrier… so when one flies they realize that they can reach another part of the world… that before they believed impossible… not all thresholds are about reaches beyond this space and time… a great many are about the reality of this day… relationships are filled with thresholds…

The worms are a metaphor for the things we carry with us… the perceived as well as the real problems… the can of worms is that symbolism for a problem know one wants to get into butt everyone knows is there right before their eyes… or so it appears to them… in reality what one considers a major problem another sees as an opportunity to teach… or to learn a new and interesting way… we have the worms with all their dirt and mud with us… how we use them strikes as to who we wish to be on any given day…

The thought of vanilla… a wisp of color… an absence of definition… our minds change from the plain vanilla toward more exotic flavors… vanilla is defined as that tasteless first step or as an introduction flavor to the vast rainbow of flavors available… what most miss is that vanilla is so much more… it is that wisp of cloud… the flakes of a first snow fall… the light finger tips of a spring rain…

The can contains more then worms… for worms cannot survive without the dirt…or the mud in witch they reside in… I remember as a child digging for worms before going fishing with my Uncle… as kids are prone to do an adventure of digging can turn into an adventure in seeking things out… what to one is a task to gather and prepare for a planned adventure to another is an opportunity to have fun in the mud… it just depends on how one sees the tasks before them… and then knot… butt knots are variables of choices… a delicious delicacy laced in garlic or a tie to hold… what is a knot… butt a conscious decision to know some thing and to keep it to one side for what is the reason to reveal what is already known… or is it… ignorance of the law does not protect you from being held to its letter… there four… ignorance is not a defense… ignorance is simply the absence of knowledge… or a willingness to be absence from the knowledge… and when the can if filled with worms and dirt and mud and water and a variety of other nasty things that only a child could love to play with it truly is a can that few would love to open and spread out for the world to see… butt then we all have our dirty laundry that we find stuffed to the bottom of the basket or hidden behind or inside of… and what to one is dirt is to another a possibility to change… I find that it is easier to climb then to sit… easer to question then to accept… easier to open the can then to leave it alone… for it sits on the edge of things and we wonder what if or when… eventually the tide rises and the moment arrives… and when it does the light of truth does fall… if we get there by learning really learning what we had to we stand on one side… if they get there because they found a loop hole is the process and are some what short they are less then those who learned… really learned…

When one self speaks the words reflect on the speaker… impossible knot to… even a blind man sees the words as they are spoken and reflected in the speaker’s mind… once out in the air for all the world to hear we are linked to the words we speak… the words we write… they are synonymous… and we are stained with that sin… or that grace… or that witch of witch we speak… in the sum of things words have to be said… for when they are left unsaid they linger and simmer in the boiling pot of information we have… if we allow them two or three or more they begin to poison the mind… best to let them out into the open… and speak of them freely as opportunities to change… to experiment with alternative ways of gaining the same mountain top… for while all roads at one time led to Rome… by some you arrived with less struggle then by others… and while others maybe about struggle and nose to the grind stone… I am more about maximizing the steps I take so that for each step we gain the most from the least amount of exertion… to me it is best to have at hand the flexibility needed to gain the desired result without the spoiled apples knowing they have just been turned into cider…

How does one learn… if not by the experience of doing…? How does one take onto themselves the knowledge of accomplishment without taking on the tasks placed before them…? How do we ourselves teach that witch needs to be taught without allowing the mind of the pupil to be taxed…? The question brings to mind the expression that those who can do… and while at times they are less… they are learning… and while they are learning we are less then we could be other wise… I have a different opinion of people… for I separate out the tasks from the person… and some I like and others I dislike… some tasks I find worthy and others less then… all need to be done at some point or another and all are avoided at one point or another… and while I disagree with certain restrictions placed upon me… I agree that one should have guide lines to hold within… since we all have our ideas of how one can reach their fullest potential each place in time must be some what restricted… in a perfect world… these thoughts are not part of the problem… butt life is not a perfect collection of people… in fact the people are what makes the interest… the work gets done… and while some do less and others do more in the end of times it all evens out… the measure of what is fair is in the capacity that each has… all ideas have merit… all thoughts consequences… each step a reaction… each reaction a step… and when one learns… really learns they move forward much quicker then the still worried about…

We start in the mist of things considering the possibilities of change… of where we are… of where we wish to be… of the path we desire to take to reach that witch is within our grasp… we begin with a deep breath and a release of the ideals that hold us… for each is a string that while safe holds… a bond that while comfortable is restrictive… the future lies if we fail to consider all the elements of our life… we start in the mist of things… clouded… confused… wondering… it takes just a moment to sense the hands of time moving toward and away… closer and further along… if one were to close their eyes and still read they could alter the state of mind and begin to uncloud the vision… move away the mist a little peace at a time… uncovering the veil and slipping inside the mind a step away from the confusion to begin an experiment of ideas… an experiment of times… of opportunities… of possibilities that stretch forward in time in an endless arch… each step brings the desired closer still… and we can swirl a bit in our mind with variations of how all those fit well into our life… how each stoke of genius improves the fabric and lightens the possibilities so that each and every one has merit and the choice is not between a good and a bad but between a good and a better one… or a great and an even better one… once beyond the everyday… once beyond seeing the tasks as some thing one has to do… to grasping them as learning tools or teaching opportunities we step away from the routine of mind on auto… to the wonder of thought in flux… we start in the mist of things… we grasp a potential to explore and we dive deep into the pool of our thoughts in imagination… and we twist and we turn and we find every nuance that will play out wonder fully well in our minds… in our imagination… and we begin to push that out onto our future time… we place it in a some where that is most appropriate for us… we look at all aspects of our lives and see how this new and interesting idea will enhance… improve and spark our lives… we make certain that it fits in with our professional… private and intimate details of our life… at witch point we take the best of feeling we have it run it through this new addition to our future time… all the way to the end of our time and beyond… and back again to where we sit in this time and we know that it feels good… it feels right… and we float up over our time and go to the point just after we have added this wonder to our lives and drop down into our time then… and look back to the present and see all the things we had to do to accomplish that witch we desired… and slowly but only as slowly as one can incorporate each step into your mind walk back from this future time to the present moving through each step as effortlessly as one can with complete over standing and confidence of a task well done review the steps in your mind and when you have returned to the here and now turn around in your mind and see that task in your future and know you have done that already haven’t you now…? So what was once a dream is a now an opportunity that will arrive in time with time…

The walk is what teaches us to step… each step a moment… each moment a peace in the reflected history of our times… some are filled to the brim with tasks we have at hand… others are lingering from one moment to the next… silliness we have with us at all times if we are willing to play with the letters we have… of course we have that history that says silence… and the hands we have held… and the dances we have danced… and still we are the sum of all these… for we have walked the steps to get ourselves here…

Move to the edge… see what is possible… move to the edge… feel what one can accomplish… move to the edge… hear the air of opportunity… move to the threshold of your dreams and when through sigh the sigh of knowing it was just a false barrier to what can be…

The vortex sucks us in… and then spits us out in a some place other then the place we were…a bit tossed… some what turned over and feathers ruffled… we approach the light of dawn… the calm after the storm of the night… we awaken to the light… to get a sense of where we are in the scheme of things… the clouds clear… the sky that blue of spring time that promises a warmth and delivers just the right amount to stir the muscles… to stir the imagination to move… the vortex did suck me in and it did toss me out in another time frame… now it is time to get on with it…

My words were out of touch with the moment… yet the time was there to say what was required to in the time we had… not all days are for coming together… some days are for pulling apart… for exploring the avenues that others have and the structures they built to exclude… to protect and keep safe… in journeying to places we must be prepared to leave some thing of our selves in the dust… in the midst of what we are doing… there will arrive in time a specific time where a decision has to be made… and it is upon that compass of individual idealism that choices will be made…

Each one of us has a concept of what love is… how we share it… with whom we share it… and the limits we have concerning the love within us… love is one of those emotions that expands to fill the voids we have in our lives when we are open to it… how we go about using our concept of love is based on our experiences… over time we learn in our own way what love is to us… we figure out the intricacies that play out in our life times… when you ask another what love is you will get as many different answers as there are people… similarities will abound… and each will have a twist to the emotion that makes it a unique and spiritual experience for them…

Love is more complex then the dessert we want… I have heard it and know the wonder… sex is the apple pie or the ice cream or the cheese cake that satisfies the body and leaves the soul wondering why… love is the spirit and the heart of the embrace… love is the intertwined identities as one… a moment in time lingered over and over… without a regret… or a concern… love is the foundation on witch each stands from that moment forward… it is the mixing of the elements that make it… for while we love the apple pie… it is in the making of the pie that we input our love… our thoughts and pleasures are in the steps we take to full fill the dreams of those who we share our pie with… so that each peace is savored… time and time again…

The words just happen… some call it intuition s second sense… I am unaware of the sight of it… the words just happen… and they appear to be in context… just as easy they could be out of context… trust I do in the art of the word… and while others will list out the names to see witch one trips my imagination I know that in their list is the secret to theirs… for they must think and then imagine across so if one imagines then another can imagine back… a series of thoughts passing back and then forth across the table… or in the air that we breathe…

Suddenly the apple pie is not what one wants… only after filling oneself do we arrive at that conclusion… the indulgence of self… to reach beyond the self imposed limits to grasp more and to find away to get it in… stuffed or filled to exhaustion we arrive at the ultimate conclusion that the pie was not what we needed… or at least not as much pie as we have forced upon ourselves… what we needed was the experience of making it… of creating the wonder of the dessert… sex is the not the dessert it is just the cherry on the top… a minor part of the state of love… an important aspect to be sure… all the same it is a minor state of pleasure compared to the endless state one finds when surrounded by love…

We find our way… if we bother to look… if we bother to take the time to know ourselves… some times it is easier to just let the world pass on by and not to look beyond the surface of things… a word is just a word and has no other meaning then the one you place on it… the one you put forth from the many definitions the word has… we find ourselves in places we did not intend to be… but shit happens and what we do matters on how we will use what we have learned as we go forward… I have spent the last couple of daze allowing the mind to exercise the words… I have an unusual way about me… most people need to talk… my expression is a need to write… to express what is inside me… yet the words only flow when I am in some what of a conversation… the process is at its best when there is some one else to banter with… it is when I need some one the most… these confusing times are when I am most in need… it is also when I am most alone…one of the many paradoxes that exist in my life… to exercise the demon so to speak I need to exchange words with some one who can deal with what ever comes out… and still push the buttons so all that is there flows until the words that need to be said are said… written… spoken… purged if you will… we find our way when we are ready to deal with the demons we carry… this has become mine… a way of controlling the anger… the fear and the aggression that stirs in me… it was humorous to me after a time that when I needed some one the most I failed to find them… or more I pushed them a little to hard and they felt they could not or were hurt by my reaction… so now as I come out the other side I am wondering if I should say anything at all… for any words I could say would stir the memory in a bad sort of way… I am past the thought and placed them behind me… things have changed… how those changes will affect the future between us will be seen… it is time to move beyond what was and toward what can be… I am not interested in going back to what was…

Ready is a state when we become frustrated with where we are and need to move beyond… it is a state of desire and passion… we are ready to move on when we have satisfied the state of being ready… when we have filled the passion within us so we can push beyond that barrier or veil that holds us… or most importantly when we have managed to learn what we needed to learn by the experience…

A different shape moves in silence… it moves in tandem with the ideas of mind… space controls the whispers… each geometric ideal speaks in a unique tone… and we are left to interpret what that symbolism means… as each day passes we find alternative meanings to the signs… and while we may see the symbol as some thing hate full it may very well have been in another time a symbol of a belief that was corrupted in our history and now is darkened by the recent memory and lost to us is the ancient use… sacred is geometry for all things take shape in the mind by use of some over standing of the natural laws of balance… the symbolism of that balance is explained in a geometric way… of all the sciences… mathematics and especially geometry holds the most secrets… for life is that balance of equations elaborate and simple… a different shape surrounds the image and we form an alternative opinion… there are those basic shapes that we all know and use and then there are those that are some what unique to an individual…

There is this women… never mind… the day is the metaphor for the night… the night for the coming dawn and so forth… life is as easy as we allow it to be and as complicated as we can manage to make it… I am a simple man… uncomplicated… I don’t in all ways get what I want… I do however get what I need… what about the women… never mind… for to know is to cry… butt there once was a women who could make me cry…

The wall recedes… a sigh rises in the midst of thought to open ones mind to the avenue of passage… I stood and stared at the wall for day upon day… the nights at its base took the toll of thought… no single thought brought a solution… each movement in a direction left me captured by the same wall… by the same limits I had crashed into… even back was no longer an option I could utilize… for I knew the wall was all around me… it was a wall I built myself over time and patience… I listened… but heed I failed… or so it seemed… the wall recedes… the barrier melts… it is not scaled… destroyed or wiped from the face of the earth by a revolution or natural phenomenon… the wall recedes when we are tired of facing it… when we stop trying and just let the solution come to us… the sigh arrives and with it the wings that lift us beyond the burden of an answer to our questions of how… to a movement beyond the wall that has melted before our very eyes…

One can tell when the routine is altered if the day is going to be one of those daze or a day like know other… the step outside the known path is the one we learn really learn on… butt it is not the one our minds like to encounter on a Monday morning… shit happens… mostly it happens on Monday’s… because it has two days to prepare and get rolling while we were not watching… a down hill slide increasing in speed as we speak… and while I am amazed… I know it is Monday… and Monday’s are those daze when the clouds thicken and the rain just pours over the edges… the roofs leak and the winds are icy cold upon ones bones… knot a single frame of reference butt one worked easily… and the printed word was left out of the equation all together from any where but the locals… the mains being out… the central receiver is not receiving… and the mind does melt until we can rotate through the one that is alive and well… a singular file… one at a time taking their twist and then their turn… to break free of the gates… free of the restrictions… in retrospect there has to be a more logical approach to the gates coming down and only one set of keys that work… yes one can tell it is Monday… while my mind is weeping of knowing that maybe I should have stayed home this day… at least the insanity had the presence of mind to give some structure to the one and we all passed through a bit slower then usual… but through all the same… and when one passes through the eye of the needle they are transformed… they are different some how… a baptism of fire and ice often casts a different shadow… one can shake the limits of the trees… or one can step back off the pedestal and let the winds blow as they may… the settling in can be the most interesting of challenges…where and how we settle defines a bit about us… the songs can be similar or we can even choose the same songs to sing…still each will place on the lyrics a certain twist that makes one more then the other… the other less… and that is influenced by the presentation and the audience that hears the renditions… one can tell when the routine is altered that the day is going to be a day of difference… a day of learning some thing new and interesting…

Equations that deal with relationships are never equal at a singular moment in time… they are however equal over a period of time… not in an instant… but over a number of instants… relationships that are out of balance will end at some point because of the imbalance… while those that appear out of balance may in reality be very much in tune… it is nature’s way of balancing the effects of time over the dreams we have one for the other… the equal sign is never in a moment… but in a series of moments that make a relationship…

Water flows… the ease to the other side… a crossing of ideas is easier in a fluid environment… while a mixing is sought after some elements will never completely combine with the other ingredients… some will remain outside… and if we insist on adding them to the mixture they will still stand out… one has to know the truth… they have to know how much we love them… in tangible details… the how much is important to them… while others care only that you do… they ask for nothing and accept what you give with an open and tranquil heart…