Poetry comes out in the motion… in the paradox of life… in the colors of the leaves… one can see beyond themselves when they read poetry or compose it in their minds… poetry tells us there is a Godde beyond us… a universe beyond the reach of our imagination… a meaning to life that we can only grasp a small peace of… poetry is the voice of ancient times melting with the modern…
A thought comes to my mind… in taking a breath… we breathe in… we breathe out… at times it is essential to listen to our breathing… to find the rhythm… the sequence of breathing in… deeply… to satisfy the need and then to slowly let out the air… in a sigh… the second thing you notice is that your mind begins to focus… to steady… to come to the center of things… and when one thinks now of a pleasant thought it is easy to imagine… so breathe in… walk with me to the river’s edge… let your mind see… your ears hear… and your body feel the present…

Once upon a time begins a wildest dream… for once up on a time with time you dreamed of some one… you asked the Goddes for some one… you prayed for some one… in those moments of dreams in the wildest of them there was one particular dream that has stepped from the depths of fantasy to the realm of your reality… in the present now that dream exists in the book of your reality… that dream is part of the peace that centers you now… a single thread of such a dream weaves its magic over all the others… for that singular dream bridges the fabric of illusion and reality… that dream exists in the solid foundation of this time and the lucid wonders of dreams… that dream is both a tangible forest and intangible leaf upon a specific tree…

The door was open… left open by another… I stopped for a moment in time with time and listened to the sound of my own… I have often traveled in time with time himself and found that while in time my experiences are more vivid… intriguing… focused… while traveling through time I am able to step quickly and move fluidly from one series of steps to another… time is a relative of mine who walks with me… time represents to me the fabric of my life… time is a tapestry or another work of art that is collected and bound day by day into a journal of my experiences… time is the representation of how the thread of my existence weaves through the lives of others… the door is open… the door swings in multiple direction to allow time to fluidly move into our lives… when we embrace the time given to us we fill the voids with memories… and all we ever have to do to do that is enjoy the now we are blessed with… the door is open… and I stopped in to greet time and embrace the fabric and found that time has been a pleasant companion and I look forward to now and each successive now that I find myself within… as I move through time in the endless process of growing… I take time to be in time with those who cherish the time we can share… for in time to me is the most intimate of times and I savor those times when I can be lost in time with another to create lasting fulfilling memories… time is our journeys quest… and while we can’t pass on the time we have… what we can do is fully experience the time granted to us…the door is an open invitation to walk within the frame work of time and learn really learn to embrace the wonder that time is…

I came upon a soul who stopped beside me an smiled… she responded without asking breathe… deep the wonder of the air that surrounds you… hold it inside your being to fill your lungs so that your physical hue can exchange the single molecule and replace it with others and as you exhale the others out fully pushing them into the surroundings to be taken and exchanged by the living plants into clean refreshing air… take another breath and delight your senses that all the paradoxes of life that exist in a single breath of air… for air is not pure anything but a variety of many things… and the physical hue knows what is essential and what can be left behind or filtered out as we breathe in and bathe ourselves in the sweet satisfying air and hold it upon our tongues… within our lungs and being before slowly effortlessly allowing it to slip away exchanged with fuel for the earth… our needs fed by the needs of nature witch then takes what we leave behind to rekindle the fire… breathe she said… let go the need to over stand how and why and the intimate details… and just experience a deep luxurious breath of air… experience the filling of your lungs… the taste on your lips… the sweet sound of your breathing… allow your mind to see the filters extract the essential elements and feed the blood that races off to the four corners of your physical being… breathe she said… riding along the veins and arteries of hue… leaving behind the nurturing elements and picking up the old used ones to return… a simple flow in and out… breathe she said for life is just breathing easy with time… and time is breathing as we step forward and open our eyes to the passionate flow of things…

The grass at the rivers edge plays in the ripples… captured in the current or tide the smallest fragments of things attach themselves to the fibers of the long grass and settle down to be taken in by the many variety of creature that live in the shallows… the grass bends with the rushing of the water and blowing of the wind… the grass takes the best of times and the worst of times and never fails to sift through the water pulling out the elements that are needed to feed the surrounding bank… an insect sits atop the blade and flutters all a buzz from one to the other and then a fish jumps from the surface to grasp the fly in flight… all from the shifting sands of time and the sifting wonders of a blade of grass that filters out and allows for life to grow in amidst the pond… the stream… the rivers edge… the roaring oceans tide and the rapid falling waters that fall in deafening roars…

She played a note… a series of single solitary notes held to call the moment… she played with the tables… the arrangement of things… of lines… of full… halves… quarters… sixteenths… of timing… of sequences of tables chairs and processions… she tailored the dress to the arrangement of the flowers in her mind so vivid she could see all that existed… she played the notes and let the fabric of time seduce her… and being with time she let go the grip on reality for a moment and let flow the art fastened inside her chest so that it ran down onto paper… producing pictures… words… diagrams… directions and multitudes of ideas of how when with whom… and what… to cover the walls the every avenue had to be investigated… explored… experimented with… every need erased but with each thread a meticulous coloring of where one is… where one is going to… and watch the path of getting there rise from the many avenues until one makes the most sense and then to use it and refine it… modify the colors… the meters… the dials the many variety of adjustments inside your mind until seamlessly and effortlessly one slips into the next step and finds themselves in a state of wondering… smiling… filled with a curious urge to jump to leap with faith over the edge… so confident are we of flying… of letting go and being able to negotiate the waters…

Breathe and walk upon the fabric of this day… breathe and know that with each step a solid footing is gained… breathe and filter in all that is good and pure and exhale out all that is used and needs to be replaced… in life confidence comes from dancing… from stepping onto the dance floor amidst all the many variety of solutions and slowly filtering away this element or that element until you fall upon a number of wondrous elements of witch any one could proves useful… of witch any one could be the one that allows you to fly… in the interest of time I make a list of wondrous pathways and number them… and with the excitement born of curiosity I begin to experiment to find witch one is the most enjoyable alternative… in the finest of tunings we thread our way to smiles and more smiles… to more smiles and enjoyable wonders that fascinate the mind and make the day memorable… choices are about what we see possible as much as they are about making a choice… a decision is just an opportunity to explore a way to do some thing… it is an adventure… and while we may hesitate at first to step away from the tried and true well worn road that we find ourselves hidden inside of so deep that the darkness is the only light we have… eventually as we adjust to the light of choice we find that there are many ways to write a letter… many words to use to express our creativity… many words to paint a picture… to listen and to feel the wonder of life… in doing we find our way… in taking hold of the fabric of our day we find our meaning… a single breath tells you that once oxygen enters you it begins an endless journey of enriching and then filtering… of being used… and then converted… of adding and letting go… from a single molecule there is enough flexibility to enrich life… to aid nature… to increase freshness and the quality of what exists… from every fiber of your being to every breath taken there is that within hue…

The thought is to seek what is right… there are two sets of eyes… one seeks only what is wrong… therefore it removes what is right by process of elimination… the other seeks what is right… therefore it eliminates what is wrong… the difference is not in results for in the end the results are exactly the same… the difference is in the pictures we paint… the view of the world we have… the landscape on witch we roam… a woman sees inside the mirror the framework of all that is required of her image to make it acceptable to the world… a woman sees the physical hue as a reflection of all that is wrong with the world and begins to task the series of requirements necessary to bring the image reflected up to the standard that the world requires… a woman longs before the mirror to find every wrinkle… every dark circle… every thread of imperfection… a woman’s eyes seek what is wrong with this picture… and perhaps what I am asking is that when you stand before the mirror that is life… that you use a set of eyes that are 180 degrees removed… so that the sight you see is one of color… vibrancy… dynamic… alive… rich… textured… and wondrous… what you see brings forth a depth of desire to live… a passion for art… a deep need to smile… to be within the folds of such a vision… the choice is how to sort… how to filter… how to create motivation…

She had a choice to make… to scan the world to find a means to the end…exposed as she was she sought solitude to write her words of reason… in the quiet comfort of her being she sorted out in the darkness the many layers of her words… pile upon pile of ledgers stated all that could and needed to be done… she exposed herself to the critical tongue of her pen and focused upon every slight nuance as a degree that required attention to the highest detail… perfection became a required part of all steps in the darkened abbey of her mind…

Another charged with the same sought solace in the light of time… she strolled the many avenues of information and delighted in knowing others… she exchanged ideas and satisfied her curiosity as to how things played out… she organized her steps by the experiences of time… she saw things as a chance to learn and to over stand… to improve and to grow… she allowed light to filter across her imagination and play fully in the pursuit of the tasks at hand… perfection while a goal was not forced or insisted upon but seen as a challenge in the experiment… success was measured not by the perfection but by the lessons learned in striving to reach a common goal… we can seize upon the darkness or the light… both passageways get us to an end… but not all ends are worth the path we choose to reach them…

There is a lot to knot… knot prevents… protects… covers… evades… isolates and separates out… knot accelerates the desire… increases the want… while preventing the actual experience… so often we do what we are not suppose to do… so often we fail to listen to the voice that speaks to us of not… you are not allowed… to have fun… to me myself you know that to over stand is to step back and get perspective on a knot… a much larger view of a knot possibility allows one to seize the knot properly and form a bond with the knot… what I have realized about knots is that they are nothing in reality but a fear of success… in life we are encouraged to perform by being told what knot to do… our instructions are based on what knot to say… what knot to think… what knot to act like… we are in constant awareness of all the expressions of what knot to do that knots become our means of accessing what to do by the process of elimination… I am knot to do this so therefore by eliminating that I can do this… the theory being that once one knows what knot to do… knowing what to do is easy… it is everything else… except when it is knot… and if you are knot then you are tied up and find it hard to move beyond the knot you are in… therefore to be free of the knot it takes what exactly…

In the logic of illogic the passage to knowledge flows in the most unlikely places… experiences tells us that to know is to have lived… therefore to live means we must at least have some touch of the knowledge to be aware of how we can put it to best use… not all of life should be experienced first hand… butt we will kneed to know more before we can say… knot or will… in learning we have a curiosity to satisfy… a desire to know to cultivate… a life long yearning to gather to oneself the wonder of just one day… if we do one thing well it should be the exploration of now… the rest sort of takes care of itself… if we experience now fully and completely then previous nows are memorable and future nows are exciting to look towards…

Now is a moment in time when doing is essential… life is an experiment… a means to apply our knowledge in slight variations over the course of a situation to seize the opportunity to learn… what we learn about knots is that they are false impression until we have a basis for them in reality… hot stove… a good don’t touch… a safety barrier that says… heat… good in some places… bad to press to ones hand… we all know the wonder of hot and the ouch of hot… butt how many knots are valid and how many are invalid… this is also an experience oriented knowledge… your knot allowed in general says what exactly… that you are trapped and to be trapped one has to wrap themselves in a veil of knots that bind the soul to the center and never allow the thought to permeate out… so in the light of day we see that as what… a closed door… your not allowed… it is forbidden… off limits… neine… no… there is no entry here… stop… go back… now says some thing else… now says to challenge such a belief requires a single thread when you can… when you are allowed… even if we imagine it and picture the time and the place and the settling so perfectly in our mind so that we see with our own eyes… feel with our hands… hear with our ears all the expressions of that time and place and know fully within our being that we are allowed… and step up an be allowed now in that imagined moment to be allowed… and see what you see… hear what you hear… feel what you feel so completely that you bathe in the confidence… the power of that moment in time and close your eyes to absorb it all… and let it flow all over and around and through every fiber of your being so that even one atom… one piece of one atom… has the ability to recall in your mind the sensation of being allowed to… the power of it… the wonder of it and step back now into this now and taking that with you create a now moment when you are allowed and lock it in so that from this day onward… being allowed is normal… expected and assumed… so deep inside that one finds it impossible to knot be allowed… and if you were to try… try in vane to knot be allowed you would find that you are allowed to smile… to embrace life to open doors… to say yes… or no… to play… to dream… to set priorities… to hug… to love… to wander the edges of the day…

We aspire to be more… we aspire to be part of a peace of a perfect combination of… we can look back on time and smile at our innocence… our immaturity of over standing of the promise… the belief that love is some thing we grasp… that it is embodied in another… we learn that it is more a spiritual entity of its own then a physical one we carry… or an emotional one we possess… we learn that some can grow in love and others never successfully move beyond holding hands… it does not mean we love any more nor less… it means only we have the over standing that for us… love is not about possession… it is about seeing the other soul free… love is about creating an environment when you can let go and be who you are… talk about where you desire to go… experiment with and explore possibilities… love is a creative environment that allows for difference and embraces each…some people never get past the pet peeves and the small annoyances to the warmth… they fall short of asking questions and encouraging the other to fly… some want the same picture perfect created each day… and find it hard cold… dark when the light does not shine as it once did… some see change as a pathway that takes them away from one another… some find the talents and growth move each to opposite sides… at some point we choose… because it is what is correct for us… and we move forward with or without… because it is what we need to do… doing what is right is not always the easiest step… but it is what we are required to do… both for who we are singularly… and who we are together… a lot of people forget that when they are together for so long… they forget that they are each unique interesting… individuals…

We are all fools at one time or another… the chances we take… the stretching out to another… the putting aside of self all means that at one time or another we will reach… stretch or put aside and be left standing out in the open… to be the fool is to be willing to risk…

Time to me is a relative… I walk with time… to me time is an element of being… either in time or going through time… each phase of time I use I find that time allows for a great many avenues of discovery… when you take time to be in time with time there is a reflection outward that glows… while moving though time we set the stage of accomplishments and goals… being in time is the most satisfying of states…

A place exists within my mind where I go to the sea to the water’s edge to find my peace… a place exists in the garden along the edge of the river’s bend… to the casual eye it appears as a thicket of brambles and thick undergrowth… the illusion is that know one can see in nor out… the truth is that only those with eyes for what is within can find it at all… the wonder finds you and once found forever it holds you… we are the product of our own making… and we have made many overtures and undertures and rapid successions to be captured and having capitulated to the fullest extent of my extremes I store the thoughts in a calendar within the mind’s eye… the illusionist captures the moment in time and files it away sending it across time and space to be opened in the mind of the other… in the silence of their presence the thought unfolds… a slow time frozen blooming of one imagination onto another…

I walk down to the edge of the water and find my place in among the many that sit on the shore to just listen to the rolling of the water… the gentle flow that erases the past and reminds me so perfectly of the emotional ride I have within me the solitude of strength to control… a stroke of the fantastic illuminates the pattern in my mind and I stop along the stream and ponder further steps that wind over me with ever increasing passion… a single stroke to the mind produces a myriad of strokes to the soul… the darker the solitude the lighter the image inside my mind… in any darkness there is some light and even the smallest flame contains hope enough to pull a heart free… life is not about survival any more… the corner has been turned it is time to leap into the flow of the river of dreams and to create within the warm waters ripples that flow toward the future when you can reach the shore possibilities and hold them close inside your mind and know as they step closer that they are now a reality unfolding…

Crisp are the winds that bring about change and slow are we some times to grasp hold of them to embrace them as our own way of stepping toward the better tomorrow… a hug awaits in the warmth of ones mind… a kiss to stroke the imagination… a hand to hold in the stillness of the night… all illusion is reality if you wish it to be… all illusion is a dream or a wish your heart makes and unfolding in the fabric of time it becomes more real with each passing day… as time moves us we change the times we live in by living the times given to us… perhaps we are just a soul doing what a soul does to survive but our place in the many is as unique and wonderful as any other… we can find all the reason we wish to find for what ever belief we have in mind… so perhaps we should believe better so we seek better reasons…

My soul is connected by the smallest of threads… even though that wisp of some thing is thin its strength is felt across the world… one to one the threads find one then another until we are a web of connections that filer across time and space… all we ever have to do is bring another to mind and they explode across our being… if we believe we can it is as simple as that… what complicates life is our need at times to have tangible proof… things complicate things… masking our judgment…

We get to have what we bring to the table returned in triplicate… we get to have the folds pile up and the blessings stirred around until we over flow… butt before we can do that we have to reach beyond our comfort and speak from our heart… this is my stream of conscious thought… the illusion that I create comes from being free of the barriers that others find themselves trapped within… I am free… and yet captive… free yet held in constraint… free butt in the silent solitude of my creative mind locked in a cell of my own making… as time flows with the water I have let flow in all that I am… there is not a thing left inside that has not come out at one time or another… this is who I am… for the good… for the bad… the ugly… and when anyone touches upon the water they know me and I know them… all my thoughts proper and improper swirl within the pools and I swim out to meet the tide and drift away…

A though stirs inside me to the edge of my imagination it pushes me smack up against the window there is pane we see through and pain we endure to reach past ourselves… when in doubt we should allow the songs to remain the same while altering the tempo… as the tide rises closer to shore the waters edge I believe in dipping in… what is it that stirs me so to make the tide rise and fall in rhythmic patterns… what is that music that sings to me of souls and hearts and strings of threads weaved in a tangled web of solitude sprinkled with the fairy dust of times before and then again to be such are the tangled webs we weave… am I lost in mind or faculties… has my mind gone south while my being gone north to stroke the last leaf of summer blooms… what travels with me over the space of time playing its song… questions I have all these and more… answers I have none to give nor lessons to share butt those that are taken up as the yoke of time demands… some lessons are learned at the point of a stick… the wind blows harsh across the plane and drop we do a little bit as soul parade… I find the avenue crowded butt the country road takes me home either way I go when it ends… when I come to the end either way gets you to where you are now in the midst of a do over… can we possibly find the reason why… perhaps it is not necessary to know more then we do before it is our time to know all that we are suppose to… in the end we pass along what we are aware of and forget what is no longer of importance… for in the end there is perfect clarity of what one wants and what one rather not have inside them…

The casual remark can be wonderful… the off hand remark can still the magic… the slight nuance of a word can change perspectives in an instant… when strolling in the aftermath of change one should not take things to seriously… butt then human nature is such that we do… what catches our eye and holds us… at times mystifies us as much as the speaker… once altered though a perspective does not fold back upon itself… we move on… go forward with time… and even with time the time before becomes a memory that we find difficult to negotiate until the pane is cleaned…

Never is only the amount of time it takes for us to become angry enough to violate the trust we have built… a lot of nevers are betrayed when the time comes to anger… when the level of urgency despair or frustration reaches the final straw breaking point… at that precise moment all the nevers fall away and are replaced by a single action that violates all the promises made… and when that is accomplished… the walls of the foundation are weakened… in some cases the walls completely fall away… butt for most the walls are damaged and the time it takes to repair them is equal to the exponential degree to witch one is hurt…

A short time ago in the middle of a walk along a quiet stream in a bit of solitude I stopped along the way in mid stride to an awareness of mine… the motivation that pushes another to action is often a reaction to a perceived injustice… a slight of hand or word that alters their perspective… people are by nature cruel when defending their own… a mother protecting her cubs is a formidable opponent… as I thought along this line frozen in the silence of my mind I wondered aloud… at what point does a perspective change to the other side… what is the single thread that twists it over by witch people can be close and then suddenly they are distant… is it an action or a reaction that pushes suddenly the eyes are aware of what was there all along the watch towers and now that single thread made us awaken to the world that was in all ways before us but were too blind to seize upon it…

My world is more sedate then most… in the upheavals of time my world is a flat universe… consistent… with very little changing on the horizon… just a long horizon extending out over time… in all seriousness the end is not some thing that appears… or will appear I guess until it does… perhaps endings are best left suspenseful… they are best left to the hand of time…

This one thought permeates my mind of late… it is an old one… one that I have strolled with often and pondered again and again in my mind… as people struggle and seek out logic in the world and search for who they are or a meaning in life and I listen to them I fall silent in this thought… we all have talents… abilities… strengths… in seeking our gift we miss that it is not the talent… the ability or the strength… it is our willingness to share them… simply put the gift is hue…

The thread I provide most often is one that challenges the usual… my threads are woven in colors of the rainbow on different materials… my thoughts are varied… my imagination endless in its pursuit of limits and then in pushing them further away… the thread I provide is an endless association with smiles… laughter and love…

Pace is important… the tortoise or the hare… when one looks at life they see the hare… time speeding away before and after them… when all they really have to concern themselves with is the tortoise in the now… the things we remember in life are fully experienced in the now they are occurring… what flashes by is all the other nonessential steps in reaching those choice moments… the ride is the best part… hold on and enjoy it…

The thread of who we are permeates all that we do… our touch is silent but the influence it provides can be endless… we are unable to judge how an action will bear out over time… our own experience is what we have to rely upon… butt we know enough to know that a kindness never goes without being noticed… as well as an act of unkindness… though some times we expect the unkindness more… we expect the world to be cruel and usual… so the kindness is what is unexpected more times then not… the thread then is who we are and how we interact… it remains attached even when we have moved along to become a memory…

We weave a tapestry… each of us possesses a thread that within its fibers contains our life’s story… our threads intermingle with other threads… and each day as we put the time to bed we have by our touch weaved a panel in the tapestry of our life… what we miss or at least what I miss some times is the thread that my life plays into another’s… I like to be in the shadows of time but that is not always possible to do… some times we have to be the one who stands up and speaks… some times we have to be the one that sits down and listens… each takes a degree of courage… each takes wisdom… as we weave and thread our fiber through each day we add color to the world by the vibrancy of the life we have lived… in this I am not speaking of the places we have gone or the many variety of things we know… in this I am speaking of the willingness to give of ourselves… to share our time… talents and love… when a life is over we can stretch the limits from beginning to end… we can measure the length and breath… what we can never measure is the effect that a single moment has on another… what seems to me to be important is not that we can… butt that we do…

In seeking we find… in searching out we come upon the answers… the truth if it be told can set you free butt it can also change you in profound ways…there are times and places where knowing the truth the complete truth is precarious a dangerous trail to walk… knowing the truth effects the way the senses move… the way the world appears to me…

Everybody hurts… we all make mistakes… misjudge people… fail to live up to who we are… everybody hurts at some time… everybody lets go and falls into tears… everybody finds their way through the hurt some times… in reaching beyond we need of necessity to let go of what we are holding onto… everybody has the potential to be that some body that erases the hurt… everybody hurts some times… when the feeling is like your world consists of one… that there is nothing but you alone… hang on to the thread that everybody hurts some times… that it will get better… that it only takes a bit of time to move forward past this point in time…

In sitting we stop the world… we take time to breathe… to allow ourselves the opportunity to let go… to sort out the necessary from the un… to provide perspective to our mind’s eye… yesterday I spent a few hours sitting on the edge… pondering… wondering… feeling… seeking the truth… I guess when faced with truth we wonder how much of our lives are based on the house of cards as opposed to the foundation of truth built on trust and love… love does provide us with blinders with the ability to knot see… to take in what we desire to see in spite of what reality is telling us… as I go back over time with a new set of eyes I see in a different light the paths I have chosen… I am smiling… in my thoughts… sitting here on the edge of the water… I am alone for the first time in many years for the façade has fallen away… my uncertainty is there… witch way to go… what direction should I go… what words are the best ones to write… what music should I play… the darkness is so deep… the light so much dimmer… the dances I can’t remember the steps… the only steps that make sense are the ones that say follow me… move forward… dwelling on the threshold of what was or could have been is not a good place to remain for more then a moment or two in time… in sitting I kindled the watch fires for others to follow… they will need the light of my fires to find their way… for while I can’t hold my place for long… others are more patient… others will walk this way afterwards… and perhaps they will find the bones the scattered remains and provide the final chapter…

I was hoping that today I would find some words to follow… a scrap of some thing… in all the pondering of yesterday it appears that not a single thought was enough… I guess I knew that would be the case… it is difficult to write to some one who expects you too… who is anticipating your words… it is much easier to just breathe…

Love is not an easy emotion… love hurts… we fall in love to escape the hurt and we hurt anyway… love is complex… we love in spite of ourselves… in spite of logic… social norms… cultures… race… religion…gender… we love because we need to believe that it makes a difference if we do… we love because for us it tells us we are alive… we are capable of more…

The emotion asks a lot of us… it asks us to care beyond ourselves… to be honest… to trust… to speak with our hearts… to open our souls and let another inside… love asks us to feel… to share… to be vulnerable… to bare our souls love asks a lot of us… love asks us to walk naked down the street… to walk naked on stage… to strip away every fiber of covering and stand unprotected… the emotion asks us to do this in the hope that some one will reach out from behind the lights and walk into our world just as naked…