We begin at the place we begin and end at the place we end and in between we move… what is the beginning an urge… an impulse… a suggestion that we are inclined to embrace… what is at the end… the dissipation of said urge… impulse or suggestion… how do we separate the ones we should embrace from the ones we should ignore… experience speaks to us… logic… our knowledge from what we have lived… it is true to a degree that blind urges while most intense generally lead to a less than ideal outcome… some are worthy of embracing…
There are a series of thoughts of late that captivate my premise from time to time… left on my own as I have been from time to time I do find ways to occupy my time and space… I am becoming more and more independent of thought then at first I believed myself to be… the truth confronts me at every turn… I am a very odd pebble in anyone’s collection of stones… I don’t say that with a sense of reluctance or as a reduction in who I have become over time… it is just that when collected it seems to be one thing butt after holding it for some time we realize that this odd shaped and colored stone is not what it appeared to be at all… so I will put it down or aside and move on… some do toss it away or leave it on the side of a road some where in the course of their time… most find the connection eerie or paradoxical to consider… a twinge to the very soul of time and space… funny that is… butt then that is the wave of the future time… quick… fundamentally thin and superficial… to enjoy the moment is all the rage and the ideal… long slow meandering possibilities of shared art and ideas is an old idea from another time and place… such is the void opened and closed in me… the notion is that when one door closes another opens… that is not always instantaneous or welcome… butt it does happen time after time until we do take on another road… loss and find are routines of humanity… what of this life is different… to be the star or the guiding light… to be safe in memory… to be a continuous link… what of this life says that one must thread all times with another from the moment they meet… nothing defines a relation ship more than time… with time we become secure… we become more open… trusting… safe within the folds… yet time after time after time come s upon a crossroad and one moves one way and the other another and the ships part in time… perhaps they will sail across one another once more butt it is likely for most that the parting of the sails is necessary for the growth and well being of one or the other or both… trust fate to know more… trust faith to over stand the needs one ahs for another and trust in your own internal over standing to know with direction to step in time with another… know when the dance is over and let go… this notion is a necessary peace to the mind… the one peace where sides fall away and lines are erased… the chill of time cold at one point… frozen in this moment extends its hand at a distance… change is what builds a foundation… every day a block of stone that is built upon the previous one… in a year’s time we have a complete circle around us… so that each year builds upon the next… a slow meandering circle of blocks that grows as we do… sunrise and sunset… apples to apples… dust to dust… and for all the world we dream and when we find our dreams we embrace them for the warmth they provide and the wonder they spark inside us… butt most importantly we learn that while they spark and provide inspiration or perhaps they inspire us beyond whom we believe we are… that fire… desire and passion is who we are… we contain that light and fire and while it seems another brings it forth from us… it is truly we who are stirring it in their presence… words and music… fire and ice… land and water… combinations are what makes the world of words interesting… the shared spice of thought… to whom ever reads this ideal… it is much easier to know who reads it… there in rests the difference… yet the inspiration is much the same… here is the art of my thoughts read me…
As much as it is possible the trend is towards more than away from… a deal is struck in hand and by the word of any dealings there are exceptions to be taken advantage of… for in the deal there is a compromise of talents and forces both for the good and for the evil… a balance perhaps of what man can do with what a more sinister mind would conjure up… to perform well one must expect the worst of another and be prepared to deal with that when it unfolds…