Swimming

Dream weaver you have left me entangled in your hooks, daytime has come, but I am still haunting another realm. Not quite here, I am still swimming in night times ocean.

"You are what exists before all stories. You are what remains when the story is understood." - Byron Katie

Caught Up

Rushing head long into another day, I catch myself caught up in the barrage of thoughts that arrived with the morning light. I take a long deep breath and relax for just a moment. Looking out through the window I see the tall trees undulating in the breeze.

"Love someone who doesn't deserve it." - Author Unknown

Seen. . .

Huddled men with crossed arms lean into lit matches, blow smoke like dragons. Breaktime chatter outside the busy warehouse.

"Hope is the positive mode of awaiting the future." - Emil Brunner

Moment

Shadows move on tarmac. Patterns like water, light made fluid by the breeze. An engine starts and the moment is broken, shattered by the lorries roar.

“I believe in nothing, everything is sacred. I believe in everything, nothing is sacred.” - Tom Robbins

Thursday Afternoon

Sky blue against white cloud piled high on the horizon like mountain peaks.
...and the rushing breeze lifts and plays in my hair.

"If you do not raise your eyes you will think that you are the highest point." - Antonio Porchia

Quiet

This dark velvet night, soft and quiet. Just the tick, tick, tick of the clock and the gentle purr of a snoozing cat. I wish my fingers were silent as they type these words, I don't want to add another sound to this beautiful moment.

"Those who are awake live in a state of constant amazement." - Buddha