Eyes squinted to see the path before them. They have been seeking and now grow tired, edges of images soften; soreness sets in. Muscles ache and tremble at the hint of stress called upon them. They waken in an instant and complete their task, again settling back and collapsing into retreat. Soles of the feet hardened from their journey. The body lurches forward moving from side to side, shoulders rolled forward. One step, another step, one more. Carrying such a heavy load.

Hmmmmmm.........

I don't know how to communicate things sometimes or how to listen to people properly. I think that if I take more time to listen to what other people have to say (I mean really listen) then I wont keep making things worse on myself. I don't have bad intentions and at least I can say that with all honesty. I really don't try to misinterpret things when I'm told stuff either, I just get carried away with my emotions sometimes. Whoever reads this and can truthfully say they know me will agree. Please just hear what I say and observe what I do and believe in it. I'm afraid of all kinds of stuff and I think thats okay. Its okay to be afraid, thats what keeps us safe in most cases. Its in our genetic makeup for a reason. So I think Im gonna really listen to what people have to say from now on and really try to be better at understanding things. Maybe then the puzzle pieces wont be so blurred.

Time for time

Tomorrow is not here today and thus being should we not seize the moment for ourselves. This bit of time here now but the moment before gone forever like flower petals floating down a stream, never to pass again in their graceful beauty. Gone is the moment I could have said to you the things I feel. Selfish is it to keep thoughts and feelings from the now. Robbed are we of the moments that we let slip by. I openly offer you my everything, my being, my dreams. Be not afraid of tomorrow but bask in the warmth of my embrace, as I whisper in your ear the things to which will come.

Hindsight makes knowledge and understanding of what was. Knowing from what has been and what was lost - but that which has been gained is is far more valuable.... I know this now. Scarcity makes valuable that which people seek. I see the wealth before me. My breath drawn in is sweet like port now. I dreamed of you. My heart has known you. I spend my nights lying next to you, listening to you breath, watching the light from the moon dance upon your silhouette. I smell your perfume on my hands, on my clothes. I carry you with me in my thoughts. Ask me to hold your hand, I will not let go. Lean upon me, I will not let you fall. Entrust in me your dreams, I will not let you fail.

Thought

Life is amazing. Think of all the life on this planet. Every plant, bird, fish, animal, insect, person. Now think on another plain, the elements that allow this delicate life to thrive. Earth - wind - water - fire. Its unbelievable how everything on this planet is linked. Like the workings of a handmade Swiss watch. Interesting enough, the watch must be wound to keep it working. What happens when the earth needs to be wound up? Will it reset itself? And what of our outcome?

The uncertain image I have seen while I lay in slumber. The shape I know so well from the shadow it casts though I know not of the details, the fine edges, the textures of it surface. I am familiar with it and yet know little about it as I am at a distance in these dreams. I have seen how it moves - graceful, delicate like that of a falling cherry blossom. I want so much to be close to it, to touch it, to sense its subtle aroma. I chase this image in my wake. I have searched for it, but will I know if it presents itself before my awakened eyes? Will the sun rise when I embrace it? Will I be embraced by it? Will I ever come to know the truth ?

Thought

I wish I could make others feel whats inside of me. What makes me lay restless at night is not the evils of our world but rather the disappointment and anguish for those good hearts that allow these evils to prevail. A good heart but an idle heart has no value. Who will stand beside me at our trial of judgment and look this evil in the face? Who will rise up strong, before the fire, smoke, brimstone and iron? Do I stand alone? Do I bleed in solitude?

Without a compass

Your eyes are like twin north stars that guide me on my way.

in a sea of love.

without your eyes I would surely drift away.

Odd day?

Today at noon I saw the moon

In the Sky up so high

The sky was blue

The Sun was out

But that was the Moon without a doubt.

My roots to embrace you

You make my life worth being beautiful

Like the soil and water that gives me sustenance allowing my arms to stretch outward to the sun

Fingers spread as blossoms, feeling the rich rays warmth

The seed not so beautiful but for what has been drawn into it

The inspiration as beautiful as the creation yet rarely seen

You are my earth, my water, my sunlight!