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Struggling Through the Soup of Eternity

Lives are won and lost on a dime and yet here we are, living out our hopes and dreams waiting for a savior to nonchalantly pass by and give us the big notice. Yes, we are here! Jumping up and down we excitedly call for grace, and then we realize we are once again lost in our thoughts conjuring up all sorts of crap in order to entertain our wandering lust for adventure. As we realize life has purpose and plan surely we are written into the script of all that we see and experience. Placing but another quarter into the well-worn slot we expect that our expectations will arise to the occasion of our dreams. We demand justice!..

There Always Comes A Time

Upon the sands of time all comes to be revealed. Sooner or later all those nasty buggers hiding in the closet of our choice comes to be not only revealed, but with an audience gasping at the horror, suddenly and unexpectedly laid bare. Nakedness pales in comparison to our own thoughts and desires tossed to and fro as newly discovered toys in our endless chest of hopes and dreams. Will it ever end? If the choice is ours and ours alone then in solitude do we stand upon the shoulders of mice and Man. Looking through the glass of insight, little comes to light. Looking through perception the Universe becomes a place of not only worship but of play-full innocence brought about by a wolf in sheep’s clothing. None dare call it ‘free will’…

Walking In A Willfull Time of Deceit

Striding horses bear no name when viewed from afar and yet here we are watching in anticipation with a will-full vengeance in our heart. Bursting with righteousness we feel the righteousness and yet, and yet emptiness lies at our door step awaiting it’s rightful place in history. Viewing from afar we misplace our footsteps and so the consequence and consequences of our behavior bear fruit the likeness of which we tend to shun with disrepute and most importantly, disgust. And yet, here we are

The Symbolic Symbiosis of Imagination

In tethering the connections we tend to suborn the fact that our lives are lived not in independence but upon complete dependence. We depend upon others to establish a righteousness through we we find solace and yes, glee. Lost in imagination reality is neither here nor there. As we become the end result of our manifestations, questions arise as to who and what we really are. In a slight nod to reality, we take flight and embrace the longing. Look how we have grown! Are we not the masters so promised, gathered from the distance past to become the reality of today?..

All That Is

Counting telemetry we find comfort in the soul and souls of mice and Man. Ever-present we feel justified and in so bringing about our undying love of self we exude charm so that all may know. Who says that we can’t fool every one, ourselves included. In a propensity of being we find that we are. Glorifying our selves we weep with joy, oh such a pretty and wonder-full sight to behold! As a master of disguise no one will ever suspect. Safe and true to our ideals the wheel turns and leaves us never alone or wanting. Our season tickets leaves nothing to be desired other than the raw nature of our own petty desires…

Condensing It All Into... This

There is no such thing as ‘life’. Our so-called ‘perception’ is but a tiny, tiny glimpse into a knowledge that escapes or again, so-called understanding’ pf what is and is not. As we move from place to place we see that our environment changes as so the appearance that we have moved comes about. Let me be the first to tell you that there is no movement and you have not moved one iota. Standing still we provide the opportunity to take a moment, a breath of life and contemplation, so that all in our purvey may be reflected upon. To see is to know an in knowledge we tend to gain insight so that our future actions may come into greater alignment with our beliefs. It’s a nice plan and I would not take that away from you…

Wandering the fields.... of Life

Life presents it’s self in many, many ways and forms. Just when we think we’ve got it all figured out wham!, a curve ball comes our way. I don’t like sports. Mostly because of it’s big following, as if it means some thing or another. It doesn’t. Sorry to burst the bubble of self happiness but reality has a different ‘spin’…

Foundational Beings

A basis exists upon which the building of all else resolves. It’s not the first cause nor the last but something entirely different. Looking through the telescopic lens of a reality that does not exist we see many a sight to behold. All sorts of comings and goings occur right before our very nose and yet we seem oblivious to a mechanical nature from which we were born. There is never anything quite like the time we are given. Since we all stand alone and aloof to connections well beyond our minuscule comprehension we seem to be in complete control of who and what we are. Thinking is and so we are. Sometimes we see far too much of our shadow and shadows, mistaking it for a reality that is neither here nor there and yet we weep with glee or sorrow depending upon the roulette table spinning our way to a glory just out of reach. Of course we make and create our trials to suit our needs and desires. ‘Paying the price’ just doesn’t quite seem to do it justice…

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