I took a slight turn around the bend… been rather odd of late… my mind in many places at one time or another… listening to the words writing and listening all at the same time… a drink in hand and a hat to toss to the wind… hold on and yet the fingers slip away… do the words have meaning or are they rambling nonsense… a little of both… what ever breaks the mold and opens the door way… the shining star of the crashing wind… the cold blast of the past across ones lips… some times the nonsense is what trips the locks and opens the mind to what is possible… at least that is how it works for me… a moment or moments to step away from the wind and get cuddled up… what is the slight access that can break the bank… just the silly being the straight and narrow corridor to sanity… the slight turn is all it takes to go from the possible to the impossible…
Slips come and they go… slips await the return of the waves to nestle in with the ships at night… slips create the calm amidst the rising wind and rain… a slip awaits the calm cool breeze of summer… one slips in and nestles close to the sounds of the open shore… waves washing in and taking out the worries… hard it is at times to keep a worry when walking along the edge of tides… they slip away… go for a swim and never come back… get lost in the breakers or just float way… worries seem small in comparison to the expanse of the tides… what ever we believe it is small in comparison to the water’s edge and beauty… to the hands of time what happens today is a grain of sand… so we slip in and we slip out unnoticed by the moment only by the imagination…
Add to the moment weigh the average against the joy… the usefulness of purpose… the money is not the point of it all… the tangled web is weaved in the offering of the lesson… I often think that is one thinks they are they are… other wise they are beyond the thought of it being as another might consider it… though my experiences with vices are of a more unworthy type… the kind that split families and destroy lives and leave scars that never heal… the path of such forces are not as we would think… they are sly and sinister robbing the one and the others of self…
The thought nestled within the thought is that the journey is what awakens us to the talents we do have… what eludes us is obvious to others… trials are the means by witch we are forced to use the skills we have… we go in search of something tangible and return learning about the wonder of conversation… of being in the present with some one… of being there in a time of need being more valuable than a diamond… that in the end things are insignificant… presence is what truly matters… we do seek because we are always learning about ourselves… we are beings that require a process of change to grow up… to grow out… we learn that we know very little… it takes time to over stand that knowledge… when we are young we believe we have the answers to all the questions… we tend to be simplistic in our youth… we see differences not as gems butt as means of division and we believe that though giving we gain… while this is true it is a simplistic ideal… we gain by being true to self… by seeking ourselves in the midst of others… of sharing our ideals and being open to alternatives that stir the emotions… our imperfections are what other see as ideal virtues… as strange as that is more than once a person has complimented me on what I consider to be a detriment… we learn that we are able to adapt to the changes that face us… to be present in lives and by doing so to enact a positive force for good… we are imperfect… butt that does not take away from the moments we share it adds an element of wonder to how the peaces fit…
I stopped looking for the perfect fit a long time ago… perfection is rarely found and often it is situational… I stopped by the side of the road and waited a long time for the laughter to return to my voice… I found the harshness of the past few weeks difficult to consider… I have never been one to step away… even when I need time in a bottle I cap the bottle and take it with me… the truth is the road requires that I make my own way and not worry about the choices of one or another… each has their own row to hoe… I stopped looking for the perfect fit to my wheel or peace to the whole that brings the magic of all together… the final shard is the hardest one to find and to hold onto… once inserted we feel that sense of completeness that sense of peace that flows from deep within the folds of ones being… a ripple of perspective… in life there must be hellos and goodbyes… as humans we require beginning and endings… we learn that balance is only achieved when we balance the correct amount of openings at any one time… I stopped looking for the rising sun or listening for the voice in the crest of dawn… my thoughts have turned inward to myself… my world has turned inward toward the branches of the tree… it is fall and the harvest is upon us… so with the seasons so goes our life… we dream of the silver sweeps of silent oaks… of the passing of the wind… I stopped looking for you around every bend… in every crest of a wave… in the words and the music… in the silence of the songs in the old tho0ughts that swim in my memory… there does come a time when we have to listen to our own selves once more and put away what is past and more forward to what is… some we are meant to hold onto for a moment… others for times upon times… and some for the shortest or briefest of moments… we never know when we collide what it will be… parting as Shakespeare said is sweet sorrow… such is the way of change and growth… and we all change and we all grow… it would have been nice is all I have to say… it would have been nice to have the moments to say all that needed to be said… butt such is the cruel nature of life… when you have the time the words are not there… when you don’t they seem to flow like water… some words are meant to be said eye to eye and face to face… not in flashes of anger or in fear of loss or frustration of past slights or indifferences… some can leave the past and walk away from it easily… some find the flow of time a continuing lesson… some words need to be said in the parting of sweet sorrows… and yet in the silence of my deepest breath at the center of my soul I am at peace finally with myself…