The rain has not stopped nor put aside its rhythm… at once intense… then a light drizzle… then once more the clouds open and we sit in among the deluge… a slow peaceful walk in the silence of the night… too much to drink… too much to eat… too much of everything of late… the wagon is plunging quickly down the hill and the breaks are failing… the rush of the water fills my ears as the river over runs its banks… we roll from the dry to the muddy to the raging torrent of rapids… from the dry road to the water road… to the mountains to the sea… to the very edge of my sanity to the limit of my imagination… the rain has not stopped and will not butt for a glimpse of what can be… and then another drop of rain will fall… another drenching of the emotional waves will rise up from the forest of our dreams… we manage to find our way… to swim when it is necessary to ride out the storms when caught in the open… to sit on the dry shore high above the water’s edge and wait out the raging torrents… the long slow drizzle has become our natural companion… it does make the world green… the flowers bloom while creating an appreciation for the wondrous blue skies that appear just above the clouds…
Some things vibrate the world at a very distant sort of rhythm… others capture it in a loud scream… the motor is running it seems to say… the time is drawing closer and closer… when is our time ours and when is our time devoted to another for the price of being who we are… when the loud vibration stops… when the rhythm of our beings come to center and we are at peace the time is ours… the moment one we should cherish…
A slow start today… to be expected as it was a long night last night… I slip a lot more lately… a find myself rolling down the hills after only a few steps forward… perhaps it is the age… or the indifference… perhaps it is my state of moodiness or mind… lately I lack the courage or maybe it is the conviction of my degrees of thought… I wish I was the monster… I am not… I am not the wild… or am I innocent… I am partially completely to blame… or maybe the way to say that is that I am a product of my own choices and while some circumstances were beyond my control… most were well within my realm…
The dances slow down as we find our rhythm… we find that slow and steady is a more enchanting pace then the quick… pace… style… influence how we embrace the world… a short in the dark toward the heavens… a lasting streak of light… that flashes across the sky leaving a bright memory… or the one that dawns upon you each day… the one that holds you close each evening… the fabric of your life or a wish upon a falling star… instant or patience… the here and the now or the here there and everywhere… is it the moment we desire or the life time of desire… each is in one place or the other at times in our lives… each fails to realize and is completely taken by one extreme or the other… the blazing passion of the moment… the here and the now… the need that consumes… or the heat of the fire that ignites the passion day upon day…