It’s all laid out on the poker table. It’s all there right in front of you. You can choose to see it or not. You can choose to play or to fold. You can even choose to not even come to the table but where is the fun in that? Intently gazing in the direction of each and every player we are determined to reveal all and yet hidden from us in plain sight is all that is denied us. Is it true or not that we can or cannot see. As we respectfully embrace our participation we pull back from taking a peek behind the curtain. We don’t want to appear as if we are cheating. That would not be fair…. [more]
In the deep dark shadows of our dreams we see the things that go bump in the night. Restless, we become that which we fear and as our mind plays out it’s role we are horrified at the sight and so as we close our eyes to what is in front of us hauntings appear at the rear. We are never alone. As we strive for certainty upon the fields of an ever-changing environment control becomes not just improbable but impossible. There is nothing to control but our own imaginings thrown recklessly upon the screen of life. We are never far from who or even what we are…. [more]
As the ancients once said, there is no going back. Memory serves and yet it is up to us to interpret. Plainly all things happen and in this certainty all arises. And falls. Don’t leave that last part out because it is a very important one. It’s like waiting for the other shoe to fall and fall it will…. [more]
Those who have left, have left while the remaining drunkingly stumble in ignorance little realizing that daddy is no longer at the helm. As the programming runs it’s course soon or later a bump in the road becomes the mud puddle, wheels deep. What then will be done. Standing alone and lost it all just gets worse and worse and as the victim-hood leaves like a ghost in the night what then is left but eventually fading back into the mists of hell from whence they arose. But as always, a few make it through shedding their embracement for something much, much greater…. [more]
There is no going back, Get used to the idea. Although time does not exist that doesn’t mean that we can go back and do a ‘redo’. That’s repetition which has no place in evolutionary movement. It’s true, we’re evolving…. [more]
All about us we live. As we reflect upon the reflection we sometimes see that which we present. Filtering the sight becomes us…. [more]
Freedom co-exists with servitude. As the pendulum swings to and fro our hearts and minds follow. Ever on the move we perpetuate progress. Surely we have moved from there to there. Thank goodness space exists so that we may map out our hopes, dreams and desires. Surely it is all real. As the Magician conjures up another showy piece of fiction the audience hangs on every movement, on every word and expression. Taking us on a ride of a lifetime we engage ourselves into belief and lose ourselves into a fantastical adventure. Why stop there…. [more]
As the flock and flocks gather individually and in totality separation becomes a term tossed to the four winds of Mother Earth. As we become enveloped with embrace something deep inside stirs in a hazy remembrance of something long past and yet oddly current. Cycles may come and go according to the sands of time and yet we ourselves remain. There is no going back. Greatness surrounds us and as we relish in ignorance so that we may live the hamster knows only too well it’s parameters upon the wheel. Destined to activity one cannot falter…. [more]