As a child to look ahead, to dream, listen, learn, grow

So much to experience while around the illusion existed

reality.

Time after time to feel the lines, the emotions, the past/present/future

Laughing on the lake when the stars danced, when the witches tried enchantments, and the cats eyes glowed, with even more as the fields themselves became alive

Father knew as he gazed upon his charge, Mother was indeed, loving

Brother strayed from the path, Sister too

With growth the childhood melted away replaced with more reality surrounding the illusion

Military, Farming, Forestry, Building, Writing; more and more shined reality surrounding the illusion

Love…ah yes, the ultimate emotion and so powerful the illusion as now mature in flesh and groan, with laughter becoming more and more the solution

Age is ageless for those seeing/being/part of, reality surrounded by illusions

This place of illusion so many find to be their reality, their world, their domain of being… It causes, for some, confusion. It causes, for most, a reality so real it could never be

an illusion…

Deeper  now with friends far past; distant; lost; gone for a journey on a path leading to a cliff… A fall where they fear yet must leap to find that reality surrounding the real illusions…

For me, it is and always is good. A grand display to watch and experience while trapped in such a fleshy illusion. And as much as a moth sheds their grounded ways taking flight to freedom, so too i as in the deepest depths/highest star heartily give surrender the gentle touch, retreating farther into reality where illusions have absolutely no power or meaning.

1. Good food

2. Good sleep

3. Fishing: good or bad

This is what I consider to be the best things on this planet. Now, if i had to pick the three worst things, right off the top of my head it would be

1. Evil/hate

2. Physical pain

3. Debt

As for all those other things such as work, hobbies, etc… they just are.

Of course, inspirational.

***

There is something to be savored when sipping a spoon of spicy Tom Yum soup

Nibbling upon some freshly grated cheese melted on some fresh pasta

Soothing the throat with some chocolate ice cream…

Then, after such indulgence, to relax, open the window, cover the body  in fresh sheets

to fall into a blissful and wonderful

sleep.

Dreaming of fish and food

Sun and adventure

and ignoring the reality of evil and hate, even if just for a moment.

What an arbitrary moment tonight is. At the ‘stroke’ of midnight the human calendar changes numerals from 2019 to a higher number, 2020.

There are so many strange words that align with time: Minutes, seconds, weeks, months, days, centuries… All starting from an ‘earlier’ moment and progressing in higher numbers until ‘today’.

Today. What is today. If you’re high on drugs, today is a wonderful way to debate what you think is brilliant and then you forget what you think and will not think in a coherent way until tomorrow.

Today: A moment you live in or just lived. It remains that way until the ‘stroke’ of midnight and then it is tomorrow which then becomes another ‘today’.

i have little use for time other than the creatures on this planet are a slave to time. They are conceived, born, grow, and die. The lives mimic the calendar and the words that align with time. It is fun to watch it all unfold, however, time itself is boring.

Boring is what time is. Pure boredom. Much better to live in a world where time has no beginning or end. A world where you can live in whatever ‘time’ you desire. To see yourself conceived, born, grow, and die. Or do it in reverse; die, grow, born, conceive…

But my world is alien and strange and it is good it is this way. But, for those who just love to be slaves, enjoy the ‘stroke’ of midnight and your ‘new’ year. Some great things coming in 2020. Tonight while this world celebrates i will be celebrating, in mine.

***

1 January in the year 2020

night passed as is always does

filled with  language, picture, vibrations,  (insert)

now

was that 1,2,or three before

or

after that?

Imagine thousands of thin sheets of a specific material stacked on top of each other, spread out horizontally 360 degrees until eternity.

Each layer is individual and separate. All are unrelated in any way other than being a very thin layer.

Millions of worlds multiplied by numbers uncountable

All the layers separate. Never one. Never merging or mixing.

Now imagine being able to exist as whole on each and every one. Able to travel from layer to layer as easy as a leaf falls from a tree.

This is, my world.

***

There are certain moments that must and just have

to be…

It can never be denied or rejected

It can never be totally embraced as to do so would and could destroy, thus

a conundrum…

Such the luck of memory and remember

Such the beauty of being able to tender

Such the folly of being any other

It was and is a gift received that no matter how bitter or sweet or long or short

no matter the time or day or year

it is and was wonderful and just that one micro-second will rank as one of the best and always be

such to remember.

A man cries when his child dies… is this weakness?

A woman wails when her man is killed in war… is this weakness?

A rich man gets out of his car to help comfort a dog hit by a car… is this weakness?

A child shares their candy to another with tears in their eyes… is this weakness?

An old woman suffers anger from the early onset of dementia… is this weakness?

Power unfolds and opens an entire world

Embraced and sought by so many

To be the one, the winner, the victor, but i do find it strange…

For those in power, holding power, wielding power; the strongest of men, women, and children…

i choose to honor those deemed to be weak, to be unworthy, as they are worthy of such accolades

with their enduring choice of sharing

their compassion

and with such, worthy of a life sharing

experience.

What would make me think of W’s today?

Well, I suppose it could be W is

underplayed.

With words we can represent

or

we can

display…

For those whose  minds are lined

what wonder W was

todayl

With

Winter

Who

Wins?

Why

Wonder…

We all are seconds of from and away

With

a

Word

and

World.

*

well

it’s been a bit but agent barton, some fun tonight…

look up

way

way

way

up

not outside, rather, inside. engineered safe, fail proof up-to-a-point

so, the countries want to rule the ‘deep ?

to win so to say

won?

so not only you but all the others will get

a taste

way down here

outside.

*

and it was

was it not?

Nice?

The mice know, outside now uncovered in the fields

The hawks know, as they ride random thermals

But such folly becomes the stuff of boredom while humanity strives for what they consider unknown…

Woofing while wondering…

What will bring fullness?

Strawberries and chocolate?

Syrup and whipped cream?

Really though, just watching waffles cook and be presented

on a plate

while waiting

is wonderful

(and, tasty)

no matter what anyone thinks.

The eye is an important part of  life. It is the part that defines light, mind, and biological physical.

Yellow.

Red.

Blue.

Black.

White…

‘Part’ is a worthy word denoting or describing a piece of many.

Water by itself is partly hydrogen and oxygen. Together they partner as water as part of eye.

Cells are parts of RNA and DNA along with elements from the periodic table. Together they partner as part of eye.

Much goes into the construction of the eye which is a part of the body…

The body. How interesting. Animal bodies. Fish bodies. Reptile bodies. Planetary bodies. The Body of God…

Spirit. Soul. Being.

Some would think differently about themselves if they came to understand the truth behind the body of i.

reason as to timing

so many years ago the moment arrived and fulfilled

so many years ago and yet a question remains, why?

what has changed in the human heart as it devours innocence and self?

something?

nothing?

a lot?

…

did it happen years ago or today or tomorrow?

sounding much like babble

or illness

or troubles…

it happened years ago when the moment arrived and was fulfilled

so strong and real

leaving so many questions as to why

with angst and joy leaving the reasons why

for tomorrow beyond tomorrows so far beyond it is

as if

it will never arrive.