Vacation, Day 4

The soothing crash of refreshing sound doubles over on itself and rolls to shore. The horizon line of blue on blue stares back as if to remind the coast that there is always more to come. The morning rays of sun warm skin, baking color into the red-surfaced layers. Wavelengths of light and waves of ocean undulate in harmony to the rotation of the Earth.

Vacation, Day 3

In the morning of my recompense, the bronze flesh parades its gleaming self across the strand. Almost a wink and nod to the naturalists as if to say, "I wish I could be you." What is it about the desire to go back to basics that allures so strongly? Perhaps the need to understand ones origins in order to gain perspective on ones current position. Or maybe it's the need to simplify in the face of technological evolution. No matter the reason, the urge is strong. Deep-seated and primal, a resonant pitch best understood by historical harmony.

Vacation, Day 2

Salt breezes like warm breath caresses my skin, and in the clouds of sunrise the rays of the morning struggle to make themselves known. All that can be seen is nowhere near all that is. Vacationing on the shoreline, so close to a disaster, but returned to that primal ground where life once struggled from sea onto land in its own effort to make itself known. And even here on another level of determination, we as a family return to reunite as generations are added. The story must be told.

Vacation, Day 1

The waves crash in indiscriminate lines, relentless against the coast. Such a calming sound for something with such a violent potential. White caps foam as they crest, and the low noise fills my head like a snowstorm. It's a quiet time, almost makes me sad. Perhaps it's just my mind getting used to all this activity. So much goes on that if you blink you'll miss something for sure. I must be cognizant of myself and find ways to remain open to all that surrounds me, and let the happiness of experience wash over me like the waves.

Much ado to do.

Simplified. Perhaps it's for the better. In whatever case, this is the hand dealt to me, so I must play. Wish me luck.

Half of a hole.

Deep inside myself I look for the source of this discontentment but I find nothing there. It's an empty cavern, the only upside to which is its potential to be filled with happiness. And then I ask myself how? How do I pretend such a gaping hole exists only for me to fill it with meaning when I know that the reason it is there in the first place is due to past trauma? It's a scary place inside, and cleaning that old wound means remembering feelings that have long since cauterized. A heart transplant can't occur without making some incisions.

Kindling

Given to passion and allowed the freedom to express my innermost desires, I find myself in search of a way to quench this enflamed desire. Yet every drop of beauty seems to smother this burning ember inside me, blinding my eyes with choking smoke. I want a love like gasoline, fluid and explosive. That way I can drench myself and not worry that it'll smolder out, but be assured that the slightest spark will consume me.

The cowardice to ante up.

Soaked in a numbing sweat, I lie here governed by a logical construct; an acceptable place to dwell, except life demands that emotion inform the action of my present state. Stuck in a situation I cannot think my way out of, I'm reluctant to engage my heart for fear that this exposure, if not ideal, will cause it to cease feeling, shrivel up, and become a useless mound of dust. So I hold that trump card close to my vest and check the river and the turn knowing the chances of me folding are greater than me going all in.

::BZZT::

The clear sky breathes a sigh of relief in the morning as my eyes adjust to the brightness. I'm grateful to be awake, though still feeling the shivering hand of electricity as if it shook me through my shadow. An understanding of vibrations came yesterday, almost at a heavy price. The lessons I'll take with me, though weigh just as much. The shocking theme that seems to follow me throughout my life is one that I must attempt to figure out. It has always been attractive to my subconscious; I am more familiar with electrocution than I should be.

open for business

Energy pulse, heartbeat strain expression. The forever glow radiates out to fingertips and beyond. possession of possibilities, new ways to do old things; to be great and grateful, a goal of humility. All things come to pass in the understated law of superposition. Whichever you choose will grow and ripen when ready. All one can do is focus on the task at hand and be ready for the harvest. The inevitability of success is a mindset; achievement depends on perception.

Billed-ing

Sparks from the machine blade fly, spewing embers as it licks the metal. Encumbered clouds perspire a patterned moisture that fills the air with a dusty smell. The particles stirred up from the daily foolishness return to Earth in a weepy apology, and fall prostrate to the ground. The coolness of the morning forgives more than it should, and those awake to work the grinder and the saw welcome the blanket as it caresses their hot skin in a breeze.

crutches

The cause for conversation flows like fire in my mind, this burn that creeps in exponential passion to create and express an inner desire. So much of me fills with the gracious feeling, that supplicating contentment, the mother's milk of ideology, and yet there's still a vacancy inside. Resounding in a hollow echo, I understand the displacement. I feel closer to any emptiness than the surrounding accomplishments. Perhaps there is another reason; a tardive effect, creeping along and leeching from me my synergistic potentiality.

Oh, shun.

Insurmountable, a claim of fame unlike the unforgiving stretch of time that lazes past my line of sight. This two-tone wave of freeform expressionism, like alabaster splashed with blossoms, echoes across the valley. A song of sorrow, crying out remembrances of tortured days, hits my ears and I'm reminded myself of those times when my stomach turned a sour note at the mention of any former lover. But now whether calmness or numbness has hold of my senses, the sea is mirror clear. A serenity so undisturbed as to cause warning for all others who'd encounter it. And yet it is my normalcy. Logic patrols those waters, and so violently that emotion has no chance of survival if it were to fall overboard. Swallowed and subdued by an inky black, never given the chance to make waves.

being

Take it as it comes, the conclusions jumped to are not worth their weight in gravity. I know much less than I think I do, and so I must remember to listen before reacting. there are a million outcomes for every iteration, to attempt to guess which one is the most likely is not only an exercise in futility, but a waste of time, for in the time spent predicting the outcome of a moment, things can change so drastically. Just be. Decide later how you feel about it.

It's hazy; I'm lazy

Shaking off the slumber of a sacrificial night, as the memories lose remembrance in this fading grey twilight.

breath of sigh

Relieved to the point of exhaustion, and in a strange circumstance, tired from achievement. But as the race has seemed to finish, now begins the long walk to the next staging area. A new event awaits and if I'm smart I will wait to catch my breath until it has begun. This is a town of villains, for the wicked do not rest.

re: building

The last minute reconstruction constitutes refinement on a level of a higher order. An understanding of betterment come not a moment too soon. The clock of preparation ticks away, and while the polish of wordsmithing remains yet to buff, the greater concept of the underlying tale stays put. Memorize through experience and focus on the comedy of a situation rather than the punch line of a joke. There is plenty left to learn, and much to do today, and with that I look forward to solidifying something great.

a_wake

And a sudden drop into the shadow below drags my energy level down. Just yesterday I was beaming in the undulating light of the Kundalini serpent and today I feel burned out. The compulsion to remain in bed, to rest and ignore that which must be achieved today is heavy, soaked in the darkness which drips languidly at my feet. But a bolt of clarity zips past me, and I'm temporarily awakened from the trance. It's easy to fall into the vortex of sloth, but it feels better to overcome than it does to give in.

Here's to hoping.

A confused evolution works its way out o chaos into order as magnetic waves wash alignment to true North. Given this direction, one could expect a pattern to emerge along the course, but the blips of difference find a way of distracting even the best laid plan. Its better to accept fault before judgement, especially in the face of beautiful uncertainty.

morning do

Awake eyes race minds down paths of no end. Chases of fancy, flights to satisfy an urge. The horizon holds a constant cup of overflowing possibility. Swim upstream to bathe in waters untainted by doubt and second thought. Like the zen mind of a salmon, undeterred by the deep-seeded understanding of the imminence of death, life purpose must be fulfilled. Achievements unlocked in the most intimate sense. A heart, a head, a body, a soul. Components of a greater composition, dying to live the life they were meant to.

forking roads...

A wealth of opportunity surrounds me, gilded reflections gleaming, and I understand the importance of choice. When faced with a decision between multiple directions, the winning strategy weaves a compromise that traverses each separate path. Maximizing potential through the inclusion of all. One would be wise to take every chance that passes by, as one measures success by doing that which you set out to do.

looked and loaded

The price of open eyes casts haze across the periphery of an ill-tuned focus. A myopic scope trained upon the minutiae of the irrelevant. Life continues far beyond our imaginations, and for the glimpses of the future I'll gladly pay with moments of conscious thought. To fill the waking dreamspace with possibilities and probabilities primes the canon for inspiration.