A Midnight Journey

Have you ever walked in the full moon light to a place where time stands still and your soul can take flight.

To a portal of peace on a distant shore where the waves of silence glisten on a pure white shore.

To lay in the sand and be caressed by the tide, to awake in the morning with your love by your side.

A moment of bliss an eternity in each kiss, as the essence of the morrow washes over your body in a mist.

With the energy of creation held captive in your hand all things seem possible and anything can.

To make magic with song it is possible to fly with the winds of tomorrow on the wings of a sigh.

Anything is possible in the land of good bye and everything is manifested in the purity of your gods eye ...

Rainy Days and Saturdays

A Saturdays afternoon in spring, lazy and light. The smell of rain on the deck and a gentle breeze softly drying the water laden tree branches. All is well in my world for the moment and tomorrow promises to be more of the same.

When did my world become so effortless and orderly? Perhaps it was the the passing of my long time companion and the fire storm that followed his departure. Perhaps too it was the passing of my life as I knew it, and the beginning of another more introspected existence.

Life can and should be enjoyed and relaxed into eventually. If we have laid our course correctly sooner or later the trade winds will take us to our destination, and while we should never loose sight of our goals, neither should they be our only choice.

My new life seems to be as I always dreamed it might. And yes there is one ingredient missing but then he is still there in so many ways. My new life is of course made up of all the elements of the past one and will forever echo its many joys and sorrows. But as long as I exist on this plane it will continue to grow and thrive with the help and love of friends both new and old. It will continue on into infinity because we are all made of forever and as such will perpetuate eternally.

So sing a song of spring. Sing a song of love and joy. And sing it loud for the universe to hear. But most of all sing it for yourself!

What is it that happens when a institution dies?

One thing for sure is that it cannot be replaced - so enevitably it must be reinvented! But by what?

There in lies the answer I think ... what now?

Well here it is - ready or not!

As time progresses and we try to keep pace, there is a cadence that occurs which makes us try to keep pace.

The Forest Gate

Deep in the forest there is a gate that leads us to another place, another time, another space. We hold in our soul the key to it's lock and can open the latch if and when we desire, to another dimension a land of air and fire.

Life is full of twists and turns brought on by our own wishes to seek out a direction. As we venture forth into our destiny's there are many times we come across a wall or gate that must be conquered before we can enter the next adventure. I have passed through several in my quest for enlightenment but recently I have found that the gates can all be opened by a single key - this key is the knowledge of self but it is different for every person.

When I started out on my adventure the key to life was found in the gentle tranquility of a summers day or the awesome feelings of a moon lite night. Many times my joy would come from the simple pleasures of a day at the park, or more specifically, being alone with nature and the sky.

The next key I found that opened the gate to my teens and all the electric connections to others of my age. All of us looking for all the same things and sparking at each others touch desiring more intimacy and fulfillment.

As my journey passed into my 20's and 30's the key seemed to change and become more directional. It was the portal to young adulthood and with it came all the rules and regulations that are attached to social acceptance.

The gate at the entrance to age 40 was less restrictive and more intimate with myself and others. A time to rest a bit and regenerate, a time to reflect.

40's to 50's and time begins to move side ways - interesting how certain ages respond more to the touch of time.

At 60 there came a calm and deliberate space in which my world would blossom, opening like a fragrant flower that has been nurtured by all the energies of the past and present perfectly. Fertile celestial soil which had been planted with loves and desires became mature and a Garden of Eden came forth with all the power and joy that I possessed. A flowering of my soul made more perfect by the mere pleasure that it provided - a perpetual motion of memories and more.

So what of the final gate in the forest primeval and what of the garden that follows? Maybe it is just a stop along the way or maybe it is tomorrow.

Of Earth & Sky

As I scooped the water from the lagoon it occurred to me that what I had was more than just water it was the universe suspended in my very hand.

When we look around us we can see the many facets of life as they appear to be. But what of the deeper and less obvious elements? Could it be that if instead of a concrete set of rules we are in fact experiencing many different manifestations all at once?

If you think about it, we are, many times during a single day, living both mentally, physically and spiritually all at the same time. Our mental facility is always active whether we feel it or not, our physicality exists because we will it to be and our spirituality is a manifestation of both. But what happens then when one of our "elements" are absent?

When we loose one component the other two become more intense, just as a blind man's hearing and sense of smell. We always compensate for the loss.Therefore if we should want to experience one or the other of our senses more in depth we really only need to diminish the others. By means of meditation. We can reach various places in our sphere that hold the key to the others and they in turn can lead us to each as well. The point of this exercise it seems to me is that we all can, at any moment, cross over from one level to another in order to adjust our attitude and our direction.

It has been said "as above so below" and I might add as inside so without. Once again I feel that I am in the middle a gigantic soup of matter and energy. Everyday is a new one and always there is the possibility to accomplish anything that we desire if we only scoop up a handful of it's essence and drink deeply in its magic!