12/1/12

Ripples in the water. Forever bouncing. The transformation from Sea to Land. The water. a Constant Surge. Pulsating Tides. those Building Blocks. Keeping a foundation grounded. The inspiration behind the pen.

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Are we all just words in a pictionary born again to have meaning? My reality appears vastly different from yours, yet our feet grope the same plains. We let our minds wander else-where. I sit cross-legged, writing. She is up on her toes, dancing. As I put my thoughts into a tangible form (into motion), she puts her thoughts on the back burner and moves throughout the storm. There is no right, there is no wrong, there is simply STOP or Go. I observe my surroundings, documenting all that I see, witnessing as she is propelled by the unique spirit guiding her energy on that Journey. The water continues to fall. Gravity reminds us to be grounded. 

FREAKS OF NATURE. POLAR OPPOSITES, at the core. She moves truthfully, reflecting the sunlight and all of it's warmth. Effortless on all accounts. Never forcing the inner personality to prove itself to the world. It's almost scary how freely we coexist. ZERO HESITATION. She helps me realize when my vision is askew, limiting, over-anticipated and undermining. To be or not to be. Unraveling the hems which stitched together who I once thought myself to be. I shall be here just this once, perhaps...until the idea of us, and how we add to the sum of life itself, reveals our Selves as Atman. 

- "the Bright Side to Each Other's Moon"