Where's Waldo?

To live in interesting times makes and creates some very good tales to tell around the campfire. It seems we are in the time of revealing. What one thought of as being ‘real’ has the king’s bare nakedness in full revelation. We see not what we see but what is. It can be a horrible way to wake up in the morning but some things must be addressed and attended to…

Are We?

Peeking out from behind the veil of silence, all that we see is ourselves. All that we feel is our presence. All that we know comes from us and defines us. Emboldened by our hopes and dreams we love to alter, change and amend our environment with our totality. Seeing ourselves we live up to temptation so that when we finally let the dust settle we can take refuge in the fact that there we are, as fully suspected all along. We are right…

The March of The Wooden Soldiers

Step by step things are moving along on the road of certainty. It is a well-travelled road filled with all sorts of experiences. Perhaps that is the point of the road itself but don’t tell those upon it, especially those full immersed within it’s beauty and awe. Come to think of it, that ‘beauty and awe’ thing has me pretty well starry-eyed anyway. Beings upon the roads or sands of time come and go quite frequently. It’s like a revolving door to a busy office building, spinning round and round like a playground see-saw. Some liken it to in-between lives where all sorts of interchanges and crossroads are made and take place. It’s all the same, experience flows in and determination flows out…

We Still Are What We Are

Stretching the lie with which we have coddled and nurtured ourselves with, how do we come to know that what we believe is no longer an option. Where is it in time and space that we will find ourselves pondering and wondering about our current plight and exactly how it is that we arrived. Here in this wonderful place movement occurs, jaws drop and bright lights dance before our mind’s eye blinding us to our wayward ways and opening the door to a perspective with which we never thought we would ever regain. There are no lost boys. Neither all the rest of it…

By The Shore of Our Dreams

Where is it that we find ourselves when our eyes abruptly disturb the slumber with which we have embraced and endured ourselves with throughout the ages of Man. When the clock strikes twelve are we able to divine meaning or is it just another party that the next door neighbor is gracing upon our presence. In the hesitation of the moment do we find that which we are looking for or is it just one more disturbance in a long, long line of stupidity and deceit. Scratching the itch, do we then recover? Or perhaps our moment in time is nothing but an imagined flight of fancy as we sit here bound to a mortality that no one in their right mind would conjure for another much less themselves. Gated, we are bound but would it not be delicious to embark on some other journey perhaps. Dream time is such a wonderful time is it not, always reaching and yet the grasp continually fails us…

Sidelined With Meaning

How do you help someone who does not wish to be helped. How do you provide an alternative view to someone who willfully sees no other. How can understanding create turmoil as a way for awareness to take note. What is the purpose of entertainment when taken for reality. If no one knows you exist, do you? In relation we come to find meaning. But when we are just us is it there that we tend to entertain ourselves purely out of boredom or do we make the choice to leave nature to it’s course…

Fury At The Thought

In the thought of being alive, death finds us. In the idea of existence our impermanence frightens us. In vastness of experience we find comfort in narrow mindedness. In the perplexing moment of being we take the rest of eternity to ‘figure it all out’ and so it is we who come to pass. In the Hall of Mirrors it is said that one can see one’s entire existence. In the Library it is said that all the answers of the Universe can be had. It is said that in the Halls of Justice one can divine the future of responsibility. In the hopes of our dreams it is said that all things are possible…

Stepping Back In Time

In time all things happen. Sometimes the wait can be worth it and at other times the wait never seems to end but in either case the passage endures. Sitting in a lawn chair and finding entertainment just for amusement purposes eternity passes by or should I say unravels. We all tend to see what we want to see, isn’t that what sight is for? They say the hunter has binocular vision so as to zero-in on prey. Is that what sight is all about, for ‘survival’? Cheapening the goods, of what value can it be assigned. Are we all in a games condition, climbing the ladder to ultimate success or are we but pawns upon the chess board being played over and over again by those ‘better’ than us…

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