Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Creation Is Infinite
Yesterday was a cold and grey rainy day. I love the rain; it makes everything clean and green and begins the process of the rebirth of life. Maybe it’s because I live in Southern California that the rain is so special to me. Living with 360 days of warm/hot sunshine only sounds good to those who get little of it. Whereas, there are few things in life that are as comforting to me as sitting around a fire when the weather is cold and wet. I love the snow as well, but we don’t get very much of that where I live, although, it does happen from time to time.
Just give me a hot pot of green tea, a cat or two, my acoustic guitar, finger-plucked - mingling with the sound of the rain and my siren’s voice singing a soft, melancholy song of yearning, and I will lose myself within the labyrinth of my own imagination.
These caverns of solitude and creation are my retreat from the everyday cacophony of the modern world. For these are the special self-reflective moments that merge my soul with the oneness of the universe; like splattered watercolors on the pavement, in the rain, running and blending together; mingling and commingling and creating new life and art.
Sometimes, I feel lonely. But, for the most part, I enjoy being alone. Until, I feel the need to share my dreams with those who can understand and appreciate them. For dreams are the creation and recreation of the universe. The mind is the painter upon the canvas of the space-time continuum and thoughts are its brushes. Creation is infinite.
Just give me a hot pot of green tea, a cat or two, my acoustic guitar, finger-plucked - mingling with the sound of the rain and my siren’s voice singing a soft, melancholy song of yearning, and I will lose myself within the labyrinth of my own imagination.
These caverns of solitude and creation are my retreat from the everyday cacophony of the modern world. For these are the special self-reflective moments that merge my soul with the oneness of the universe; like splattered watercolors on the pavement, in the rain, running and blending together; mingling and commingling and creating new life and art.
Sometimes, I feel lonely. But, for the most part, I enjoy being alone. Until, I feel the need to share my dreams with those who can understand and appreciate them. For dreams are the creation and recreation of the universe. The mind is the painter upon the canvas of the space-time continuum and thoughts are its brushes. Creation is infinite.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Where I Go From Here
I feel that somewhere there is a destiny waiting for me; I can feel it lurking in the shadows of my deep and profound desire.
Its name is unknown to me but I will know it when I meet it. I will recognize it though I have never seen it before.
I have touched the sky and I have descended into the inferno and my eyes have been opened by it.
My mind is a universe - my body a galaxy of stars and my heart is a sun full of exploding white spots.
I yearn therefore I am a wandering sojourner anticipating and creating life as I imagine it.
Everything I see through my minds eye, every color and shape, every sound performs a kaleidoscopic dance of beauty, sensuality and grace.
I reject nothing and embrace everything.
I have left all doubt in the wake of my journey to self, for I am not content to remain in that small space of certainty.
Where I go from here is the adventure and one that I meet with the openness and curiosity of a child.
Its name is unknown to me but I will know it when I meet it. I will recognize it though I have never seen it before.
I have touched the sky and I have descended into the inferno and my eyes have been opened by it.
My mind is a universe - my body a galaxy of stars and my heart is a sun full of exploding white spots.
I yearn therefore I am a wandering sojourner anticipating and creating life as I imagine it.
Everything I see through my minds eye, every color and shape, every sound performs a kaleidoscopic dance of beauty, sensuality and grace.
I reject nothing and embrace everything.
I have left all doubt in the wake of my journey to self, for I am not content to remain in that small space of certainty.
Where I go from here is the adventure and one that I meet with the openness and curiosity of a child.
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