Of distractions or diversions… one has the feel of pulling away the other of being enticed… one is the hand that pulls you to do one thing while needing to do some thing else… and the other is a caress that awakens you to the presence of a touch that is more enjoyable to your body mind and soul… if you need to choose… if a choice is within your grasp… choose to be a diversion… a wonderful delightful diversion to the routine…

Across the universe we are taken… the days have been slow of late… rolling on in the pattern of daze as they move… a routine a day becomes… a morning… a day… a night… what we do with the morning… the day and the night is what excites the imagination… change allows us to learn… yet we will strive to sameness if we are not careful…

Challenges come most often from the land where the prophet is not allowed… what we know… what we have accomplished is often diminished by those we are most intimate with… who brings us down to earth more then a sibling… a child… a parent… a spouse… who sees us with eyes that can cut through the barriers and see right to our souls… we all have tainted views… colored by the paths we have walked together… we experience the same home and walk away with an entirely skewed perspective… how could such different ideas grow out of the same experiences… it is all in how one manipulates the information they have… slights and choices… our own selflessness and selfishness colors the view we have… and there will come times when the best we can do is to agree to disagree and move on… some choices are impossible and some people become the results of their impossible choices… and just because we are related does not give one or the other a preference on their opinion… in fact an outsiders view of us is more revealing and will tend to be more realistic then the one held by our closest most intimate relationships…

Anger simmers until released… once allowed to expand outside of hue it will dissipate into the universe… anger is easy… a seductive force… we find strength in the focus that anger grants the mind… all the while corrupting the soul… letting go allows one to find their way more productively… when I speak of letting go… for the most part it is a discussion of emotions… a release of the emotion that darkens hue… deep intense emotions when focused correctly can be the tool that enables you to move swiftly and creatively… they can also be the thoughts that turn positives into negatives if not released in time… in letting go we free ourselves for a moment in time of the burden of our own thoughts… we give ourselves the advantage of time… the possibility to sense things in the proper perspective… anger clouds the mind for it makes us sure… it focuses our energy to a sharp single point… anger is not in all ways bad… butt as a tool of change… as a means to communicate… as an emotion when dealing with others… it should be the last one picked up… and the first one discarded… so sure we are that we see only that witch we imagine…

What I write is so flexible so ambiguous by its nature and structure that it takes in all views and allows whom ever reads it to express it in the light of their own imagination… come inside my words and find a place to wrap yourself… and some will walk away with the dark and others the light associated with my mind…

In passing we reflect… how long is not a consideration… the time it takes to put things in order is the amount of time it takes… for some… that will be moments.. others hours… days… weeks… months and even years… the purpose of stopping for a moment to reflect is to give us all perspective… life is that single quality of thought that allows for multiples… life is a journey that is never truly defined till one slips across the river… when the circle of life becomes a definitive line of one’s life then it is time to place a definition across the time we have spent… until then we have time on our side… time to enjoy… time to embrace… time to encourage the best from each and every one of each of both of you…

My thoughts often swirl in reflections… they make their way from the spring time of life to the autumn of one’s time… youth to the wonders of being able to look back and reflect on the journey we have taken together… as I sit here I can feel the present of each soul that has touched my life… that sensation or hand across time limits or eases the crossing for me… perhaps it is the way… perhaps in reality those who cross never leave us at all… they become part of the entity we are and live on… our gifts come from the sharing of time… they come from the embrace of opportunity… even when we see things fail when compared to the goal we wished to achieve… we have gained valuable skills and lessons about life… the only true failure is when we give up and stop living… with each day I stoke the fires… stir the magic and let the embers b ring to life one spark… and lets see where that glow within leads us…

The earth moves… seasons change… as we slip deeper into spring… the chill will fade from the air… the grass will grow and the flowers and trees will find their blooms… time does not stand still… time waits for neither you nor I… time wanders and slips past the present now sweeping the opportunity with it… replacing it with another… time is a constant reminder that we can…

Rare is the occasion when I go back over the wandering of my imagination… the culling of thought is not my method of refinement… it works at times to find missing words or miss spelled fragments… other than that… hummm… it serves to refine the direction in with my mind wanders… and however the forest streams is where the tree lies… best to let the tree lie where it rests then to cull it from one place to another…

A single thought drips… it makes its way along a certain line… spinning a particular tail… and comes to rest in exhausted fatigue… panting… a peace filled exhilaration…

There are evenings when the day has in chaotic turbulence rolled on by… when I come to sit… when I find the time to settle in… the earth vibrates… slowly the generation before is passing… moving aside… following those before… as each moves on another steps up to assume the roll… the line moves… we begin as the offspring and end as the elders… there are evenings when I wonder how it got to this place… how I got to be where I am… time certainly is to blame… butt even then how did I become the elder… when did the torch pass to me… the buck stops here and know one else is sitting here so here is where the choices need to be made… all the chaos of today followed into the night and another one slipped into the river and waded across to the other side… when things are all said and done… we have been lucky enough in this regard… eventually though all our luck will come to an end… one way or another… the only way across is to slip beneath the waters and take the slow stroll across… as much as we think we know… the only way we know more is to cross over… we all need some one… and then we are still alone… in some things we are alone… and know one can take our place or stand in for us… in this we all enter alone and we all exit alone… this is our dance… and dance it we must when the song is played for us…

The synergy of beginnings and endings… of circles and lines… of spheres that influence and ones that spin endlessly into the universe… when… where and with whom do we spin… take a moment to consider the ones we influence with our presence…

None of what is makes sense… one fragment appears as another fades to black… in the circle of life one takes another gives… the one rests on the island and gives back to the wonder from witch it came… the slow and easy wanders across the universe… a song… picture that…

To be heard over the chaos of life whisper… the loud scream connects with the din of all the other sounds and becomes part of the cacophony of sounds that grow larger and larger… till the only sound that can be heard is a gentle whisper… a series of soft notes focused to another’s ear that dip and roll across the louder ones until they play fully tickle the others imagination… they awaken the mind… delight the heart and stir the soul… whispers are those things that trip the imagination… they send shivers down the spine… they are reminders that we are sensual beings for whispers trip across that vein within us all…

The change comes down to what size is acceptable in one place and then another… in one a much larger version can be accommodated while in another size is a relative issue… in face size in one place is a critical factor in acceptance… when one speaks of size the mind generally goes to one set of thoughts… in that size is not a criteria for enjoyment… when in fact in this case size is… the particular piece is size related… the larger more interesting file was too large for one and acceptable for another… in face the recipient was eventually the same so it was not the sender… more the method of delivery that became the issue… in one side size is more critical than in the other… one avenue welcomed the larger size while the other refused delivery… so size really does matter…

Whispers are never unheard… they can be missed in the chaos and found later lingering in one’s mind or ear… a whisper is a silent greeting… a means to say within the chaos that is quiet… it is not ignored… just lost to the wild and crazy moment until a more sedate one comes along… and this is another one… this is another moment to take advantage of a whisper… use the time you have in a positive light and you may find that instead of seeing missed opportunity you will see an ever expanding possibility…

Calm consideration of places we wish to be will allow us to move ourselves from the path we are on skillfully to the one that embraces our imagination more… some times a soft caress takes the other off their road and onto ours… in fact in most cases a soft caress will derail a man… even the most focused ones will come around to a certain line of thought with the right touch… if you are persistently playful… and even if you are not… men are easy…

Certain nakedness is exhilarating… being sure enough to be unsure is a nakedness of the mind… walking along a new path is putting yourself out front… exposed… naked… stepping into a new environment to learn is being naked… all kinds of scenarios use the term naked to refer to beginnings that are interesting humorous and fun… from the right perspective being naked is about learning new and exciting things… it can be about being vulnerable… and in some ways being vulnerable is a wondrous place with someone you care deeply about… is there a more secure place then in another’s arms… none that I am aware of… it does take a leap of faith and vulnerability to reach that… and once there it takes a great deal of patience and trust to remain… it becomes more then your naked physical being to remain close and intimate with another it takes a nakedness of heart and soul…

The path to total freedom does require one to expose themselves to others in some way… your art accomplishes this in some respects… for some their art is their vehicle… their art is their only way to show themselves… they lack the capacity to be free with anyone… for most of us we lack the art… the method of expression so we place our vulnerability in the act… for most they are not truly naked in the act… in point of fact they are so concerned in the act they forget to be in the act… to experience the act… it becomes a routine… instead of an expression… a release of one to another… a sharing of heart and soul… through the physical hue… the further we get from the physical the deeper the emotional ties form… the depth of a relationship is measured not in the sweat they produce… butt in the relaxed… calm of vulnerability and peace of soul they form together…

Sensuality is different than sexuality… they are similar in nature butt very different in practice… one is more alluring to the min heart and soul… the other is more alluring to the physical hue… each has their place in the scheme of things… each is a lesson in humanity and the nature of who we are… each has a peace of each… and a place for each in their lives…

The why of things is based on freedom… on getting one to be the soul they are in the delight of what is within them… if you love deeply barriers to success don’t exist… you will use what ever path is given to you to push… pull… or prod the one you care deeply about until they become the person they are destined to be… you can ask why all you wish… the answers become some what philosophical… why knot and who the fuck cares… because may lead to a reason we can use to make change… yet in the long run… why we do what we do is inconsequential… how we do it is what is most interesting… every behavior has a place where it is useful… the more free you are… the more flexible you become… and the more flexible you are the closer you get at being the person you are destined to be…

In a lot of respects the less we try to do the more we will accomplish… take one thing that sparks your imagination and do that… and once it is done… there is another… and then another… a lot of times we attempt to do all three at once and that causes us to jump from one place to another… a calm delightful focus will bring more positive results then a chaotic splattering…

We have our time… when it is near the end… some pull toward the gateway and others pull back from it… the fatigue of living… the routine of life becomes less than it once was… some embrace the next great adventure in life while others seek to remain here for as long as humanly possible in what ever form they can… the journey continues though the gateway to the embrace of the next… welcomed they are at the crossing over… in time we all find our way across the great divide… and in time… when it is our time… when it is my time… I expect I will go as I have lived…

We can see the paths others walk as less then what we would do… it becomes easy to stop… to feel the physical pain and then to knot move… to stop the exercise of the mind that pushes one out into the day each morning and resists the call of the darkness each night… it is easy to sit across the room and say I would never… yet we are unsure just how we would spin the web when we are faced with choices… we hope we can learn from the choices of others as they find themselves in circumstances… we weave our webs and we find our ways… some times those ways are situational to us… we lean on those who find the time for us… and in the end we lean on them heavily… we take our journey and we choose how we end it… in peaceful solitude we cross the river and find ourselves across as we awaken… a full circle home…

Circles form lines… once broken… life is one of those circles that continues rolling on and on until it breaks and rolls out having one beginning and one ending… a time line… a life line… a journey from a place in time to another place in time… a definite beginning and a definite ending… that is the extent of a life… the passage is an adventure… a journey… to do so again what would we change… what would we embrace that we failed to do so this time around… the angst of life is replaced by the desire to accomplish… do we ever finally get to the place where we can live unrestrained… do we ever reach the place in time where the desire to do is so strong that we step past the worries and the fears and just embrace learning as the art of our life… in total what we learn most often is not the subject… but the process of learning more now… a taste of some thing is all we need to tell us whether we desire more or we should pass it on for some thing more enjoyable… the circle does break… our lives do begin and they do end… our time here is expressed in the line of time we have lived… our influence here spreads out in ripples from one generation to the next… do we ever reach the point of knowing… know more then we reach the point of stopping… until we cross the river we are blissfully unaware of the purpose and who we truly are in the scheme of the universe…

Why is a philosophical question… best answered by why knot or who cares… when we ask why we are seeking cause… the need to know more the reasoning behind the universe… can we manage to over stand all of that… when we take the time to enjoy the moment we are in the reasons for life become a bit clearer… instead of wishing you were some where else… embrace the moment you are in and fully enjoy the process of learning more… yes some will be difficult… and some will be easier… yet when we embrace the moment we move gracefully from one to the other… and we find that more and more are moments worth remembering as positive ones… our perspective colors the moments we are in… when we celebrate now this moment becomes a positive one… and we begin to seek what is right in it… even if it is nothing more then the sun has come up today… or it is good that I am breathing… until we train our minds to seek what is right… once we do that… then every moment has at least some small joy in it we can find and explore endlessly with our imagination… why… why knot spend your time enjoying the possibilities of life you have instead of wishing you were some where other then where you are… if not me then who… can we really expect to over stand the greater plan of the universe… perhaps our peace is to enjoy this now… this place we find our self and share the joy we are experiencing in life with as many as we can manage… perhaps our place is where we are now… our journey is the path we are on… perhaps we are right where we are suppose to be in the great tapestry of life… and with thread in hand we are destined to add a little joy to some one’s peace… and in so doing we experience a bit of joy in the now… who knows… seems to me that is a better use of the time granted to us… then wishing we were some where else…

The words entice the mind… they are temptations… the scent of the feast… the fluttering of the imagination… the anticipation… at times that is a playful spirit… a muse… a means to spend time during the day… a diversion from the straight and narrow occupations of the mind… the synergy that plays across the mind occupies the imagination… slowly at times it creeps in… at others it bathes you in a torrent… the question is not how… the question is more what causes you… the effect of a word is the combination of the wonder we place around them in context to the person… similar words have little or know effect… until the right person speaks them… and what makes the person the right one… words entice… words spark… words ripple across the open space and pull you in… words have that artful grace… that ability to twirl off your tongue and with cheek smiles with the eyes and takes the turn in another direction altogether… the gypsy plays the mandolin in the rain and dances…

In the strangest sort of way synergies occur… we collide… we smack into one another time and time again and leave a bit of ourselves with each person we touch… these synergies form our relationships… our times… our emotional waves… when we least expect a turn to be on the road we are on suddenly we are faced with a choice of one direction or another… and just when we need a nudge or a push in one direction or another some one collides with us… a synergy of information… and we are stamped with information… with knowledge… an ability to do what is before us… we all collide… we are soul mates forged from the same time in a some place far away… we are compliments to one another… a peace… a sliver of knowledge that takes all that we have learned and aligns them in a perspective we can over stand…

Today… a perfect opportunity… the objective is to move mountains… one small step at a time… take on move and let go… wander as the seasons do… a wild dream… is as wonderful as a realistic one… all things serve to encourage the mind forward… a single expression of thought rotates the lines from=2 0one moment to another… a feather is as light as the candle’s flickering flame… the frame of my references is never as it seems butt always as it is knot… the words are knot as they seem butt always as they are streaming for a while the cascading water is an explosion of natural demand… the supply soaked up by the raging barren land… swept away we are in the solitude… perhaps the end is a justification of the means by witch we break free… once we are singular and balanced we can once more sense the present… all aspects of hue have meaning… all perceptions come to mind… naked is one of them… naked in mind is not as truthful… just more liberating then physical… spiritual openness is not as widely sought after… a spiritual awareness is elusive to most… for they bring a preconception with them that while religious is not very spiritual… some how the two are different… and for some the differences are beyond their grasp… reality is the concept they miss often repeatedly… spirit is one they miss entirely…

Drifting along is more to the point of late… as each strand comes off… as each fiber of my being lets go… as my mind becomes lost… as each thread of awareness untangles itself from one avenue of thought… adrift I am… an aimless wandering of the soul… lost I am knot… wondering I am… wandering I am… free in mind… seeking the melody that moves me… in recollection I wrap myself in hue… and drift away…

The use of music to spark my creative impulse is pretty much a standard… certain melodies will trip the mind endlessly… while others take my voice away… witch one is witch deepens on the day… the time and the general mood…

I have a figment of my imagination… it sits upon my desk… it keep me company… and when ever I need a bit of inspiration… or a spark to ignite a passion I can glance over and catch a figment of my imagination smiling back at me… and suddenly that witch blocked the way eases and the words flow effortlessly… they may knot be the words I wish to work upon… butt they are words all the same… for this figment contains a special reminder… to go with what is and worry knot about what we want to have… make use of what is… the present…

One step closer two steps back… the process is classic… one steps out of the shadows and asks… begins… extends an overture… the other sensitive to what exists answers… however the answer is limited… the rhetorical question answered simply without flourish… having asked and been answered… with no opening to consider more… the shadows wrap once more around… until then… until the next opportunity… or the stroke of memory ignites another extension of the mind…

Sitting here in the limbo of time… in between one thought and another thought… I wonder how those outside the realm of my imagination grasp hold of me… I suspect they get a peace… butt that would be all… and that is true of me also… I get a peace… and the rest is left to find at another time…

Matters knot what time it is… or where on the clock the hand rests… matters knot when in the circle of life one finds themselves… what matters is now… this moment… this singular session in time… how we deal with a particular now… this particular now is the single most important aspect of moving forward… the tide shuffles things… as time does… one now is as important as the next… a now to sleep… to curl up with… a now to enjoy the concept or deep reflection and relaxation… a now that is focused on accomplishing a goal… a now in the ride from play to play or a different sort… each now is here in the present of us and then becomes a part of who we are by rolling from now to a previous now… a record of who we were once… time is that old relative we are so comfortable with that we lose contact with them for a long time and then suddenly they are back in our lives as strong as ever… because now is a high light film for tomorrow… now is the string that feeds what came before to what comes after… now is the moment to excel in… the place to leap with faith in hand… now is the circle coming to full speed sparks flying off the guard rails… now is forever more the present…

A few days will pass… the center being to the left of the middle… controls the universal movement… perfectly symmetrical is not the objective… perfectly balanced is… what weighs to one side or the other must be compensated in the same degree otherwise the balance between is disturbed… to much of any one of the many causes an imbalance… all sets of three must find their center…

A few more days will pass… the center having been found… the degree to witch one uses to balance this way or that may alter the way in witch they coordinate the layers of fabric… the tide high at first ebbs… the land shrinks… the oceans grow… the many over take the few… the straw sits ready to break… the color of the many lingers in the open air… and silence filters across the wind swept islands… a few days will pass… and suddenly the brain waves flicker to life once more… old connections die hard… in fact they never do… to smell is to remember the forest for the trees… to inhale the fabric of life… all that smells trips magic inside the mind…

A small drop of passion eased the passing… time slips away… and in listening to the edge we fall prey to the slaves we are… slavers to our routines… slaves to our habits… slaves to the lives we have created for ourselves… the sameness enslaves us… we love the comfort of knowing what is next yet we crave the excitement of wondering what it could be when we are challenged by uncertainty… we get that small drop and it changes us… and then we find a way to create a routine around what was once unique… we place it… frame it… encircle it and then color it in a way that becomes familiar… suddenly what was once exciting and enticing becomes routine and comfortable… we want more… and that is what we seek… more… an endless supply of more… and for each more we get our minds find ways to make the more comfortable and routine… so over time our appetite increase with our knowledge…

Nature is the comfortable routine that while predictable is often filled with uncertainty… the weather is a playful reminder that time is relative and at the mercy of natural laws that pay know attention to the calendar… frost can still glisten in May… rain can flood in dry seasons and snow can fall when we least expect it will… yet there is comfort in the routine of nature… winter spring summer fall… a wheel that turns year upon year… each requiring a set of thoughts to deal with the particular wonders that exist within those 13 weeks… those cycles of time… the sun rises… sets… and in between the days glow… the nights shimmer… and the world operates by a series of natural laws… there is something magical about that…

Obvious is not in all ways so easy… sometimes the obvious is elusive… as is evidenced in daily life… once we close our minds or wrap our minds around a answer or we become sure we are limited by our senses… in that state of mind what else are we not noticing now… the concept of are you sure enough to be unsure for a moment is a lesson in stepping back from a certainty to examine what else is happening to be open minded about the other factors involved… it is not so obvious to the one who is blind… think in terms of a hologram… until you eye catches the light just right the image is impossible to see… yet once it does… it becomes obvious… when you see the world a hologram is a good metaphor… until our senses grasp it and bring that to the conscious mind it is not obvious at all… in fact we are blind… so what seems obvious to one can some times escape another… a lot depends on what you are seeking the state of your mind and how you perceive learning…

All the best intentions can lead to an alternative not considered… all the best thoughts can turn over and you can find yourself facing a situation you never dreamed possible… when dealing with others… with relationships those twists and turns happen… they occur when one believes they know the mind of the other and fail to recognize the differences between them… we grow all the time… what we believed when we were younger has altered as we have experienced life… reality has altered our perception… all the best intentions will not automatically gain you the dream… what it does do for you is keep you focused on getting there… even when a sudden change in plans or an unforeseen alternative pops up… a good frame of reference will speed you back to the course you wish… I have good intentions… they don’t always ripple out the way I expect them to… some times they are rather large waves…

The measure of what is inside is weather or knot the storm is sufficient to come outside… many words are thought… explored… maneuvered within the framework of ones mind and imagination and never shared… to reach beyond ones own sphere of influence is challenging… to be successful it is necessary… the measure of ones dedication or focus is their ability to step out of their own way…

Direction is not wrong nor is it right… direction is the way you are moving in relation to those around you… life is some what easier to deal with if you sense them as right and wrong… butt in reality the direction you are moving is what is proper for you at this point in time to learn really learn what there is for you to know more of… it is not wrong… nor is it right in respect to you… the outcome may be positive or negative… the results of the steps may lead you to make that awareness butt first you have to walk in the direction you are… some times we can fore see what will occur around the next bend… for the most part… we have to go take a look… there is no easy way to see around walls or what is behind the door to your left or what is there to find tomorrow… we have to get there and open the door… round the corner or wait until tomorrow to find out… in seeking to know what went wrong the assumption is that some thing did… when perhaps it went exactly as you imagined it… or set you mind to… the result was perhaps knot what you wished butt the steps got you to the place you wished to be… the difference between towards and away… don’t think about what went wrong… makes you think about it… think about what you can do now to move toward where you desire… is essentially what you wish… how do you reach out and grasp hold of those you love… you do it… or you can think now don’t mess up… in witch case you will… the mind just has so many ways in witch to do so… play with the positive focus… and see how often you can alter a thought simply by restating it…

The page turns… a series of longer days… shorter nights… the color of my world turns pale… then takes on the pallet of ever increasing potential colors… the movement is intellectual… the range one of perspective… when the time comes the clock will toll… and then it is suddenly better for know other reason than it is seen as such… in reality was there anything wrong at all… nothing more then perception… it was what was felt… butt given time would that sensation have lingered or faded… one needs to know how much and when… when does the time come to move and when is the time to let another move… if you love some one set them free to move as they see fit to do so… it was not an easy choice… but one that was in their best interest… you can love them endlessly butt that is never enough… there is always a need for more… that is human nature… that is usual… expected… more is a human desire… if one is given two is needed the next time around and so on… we desire more and for the most part we over stand what is required… at some point however we all reach that place where it does not matter what another brings forth… it will not be enough to satisfy our needs… our desires… our wants… much like a pint… after a time… a quart… then a half gallon… before long a full gallon is required to satisfy the thirst… the page turns over and over… the colors come to delight the senses… the artist pallet is filled with endless choices and shades… as each page turns we learn more… and suddenly we are aware that in all the many things we believed… a lot had no meaning at all… we were strapped in place not by reality butt more by a fabrication of our own making… we believed we miss stepped so we did… we believed another stepped away so they did eventually… holding on does not keep another close… in actuality it pushes them away… as soon as we let go we give ourselves the option of being or moving away… we become the agent of change… we become the master of our own destiny…

I had a religious thought and thank Godde it left me for a more spiritual one… sex never solved anything butt for some in the religious world it world cure a variety of evils that men do… do woman have so many deviant desires as it seems men do… is it that power thing or is there some thing more to it… desire is a dirty word in some respects in others it is the craving that drives the bus… desire and passion are the chemicals that stew the mind…

I want what I want when I want it… impatient… makes for a bad mix when working with others… I am impatient and that is how it is… so it goes… if you want some one to be sympathetic it ain’t me babe… oh no no no it ain’t me babe… it ain’t me your looking for… as Bob would say… and as I say… it ain’t me babe… oh no it ain’t me… it is not that I am a good student in any way… it is just I move easily in one way then another to put on the thought… to experiment with the idea… I jump in when others dip in their toes… not always the best method I assure you butt it has helped make me some what more readily access able in certain aspects… one never knows when the time is ripe…

You may never over stand the difference this time will make… you may never connect to the magic in the present that you are… you may never see the need as being essential to your growth… in the end you may find the time that you journey here to be futile… yet you had the opportunity… and from my point of view the opportunity is what separates the time… this possibility is worth the effort… there is magic in the air… spring opens the mind to possibilities like no other time in the year… take advantage of that… you may never get another opportunity to embrace the present within hue…

The edge calls me over… to sit… to stare out across the light as it fades… the western sky illuminated… the first stretch of dark filtering across the east… sitting in the middle… one side in the light the other in the dark… a reflection of me… the edge calls me over… to dive in… I am a rock… or like one…

One compliments another… one peaces into the other… each shares a shard or two with another… the purpose is to find ones way… not to find the same… butt compliments… all the world seeks the one soul mate… when they should be seeking all their soul mates… all the ones that compliment them… instead most seek the one that completes them… and miss all the others that compliment them…

Seek the peace that makes you one… even if the tide takes them along a different road their presence in hue will enable you to find your inner hue and peace and find your way back home… the peace that completes you may be the one soul mate… or it may knot… others will find you and others will walk along the same roads… seek them out and from each take what you need leaving with them what they desire from you… and forever their presence will remain with you… perhaps that is why I have difficulty with missing people… I have them with me always…

The air swims… a scent fills the distance… an image appears across the room… appear it does in mind… walking… strolling… wrapped in silky white… the space electric… a shimmering pool… warm waters bathe me… ripples dance across the surface and descend to trip… a single touch to lips crossed one upon the other… a dip into the pool… hands meet… arms embrace… breasts fold one upon another… the tale being told… not by sight nor sound… each breath bathes the other… each thought surrounds the space… and opens the mind to swirls ever deeper… ever more entwined… a caress… a kiss… an opening of the imagination unfolded…

Let the imagination go… for whatever direction it roams is the path you are destined to follow… and follow it you will… until it stops and you find where you are and what you wish to have… the curve is best hit by the changing stroke of the bat… one has to anticipate where the ball will be for it will certainly knot be where it is when one begins to swing away…

I will freely admit that one should consider alternatives after the third pint… butt them I was never one who considered alternatives while drinking pints… I like my music and sometimes I like it loud… and I like my drink in pints… and some times I like a lot of pints… there is not anything like a good pint… except another pint… so if what I wrote here is some what off color… it was one of those alternatives… it was not the pints…

The truth is that you and I collide… and sparks fly…