This bright and shiny new grid I build in partnership with my vision. The sight of which differs at times, dependingon the mood. And much like a new born child I wish deeply to nurture this newness with patience, diligence deliberacey and wisdom, integrity that stretches deep to core of this earth and straight through the heavens. Yes I am all this, and yet none of it.
Gratitude for this day
As the sun pulls up the moon
And the ecstatic motion of time
Bursts into the colors of this sunset.
Winds of change
Sing a song of freedom
A rhythm of joy
A melody of illumination.
The Visionary and the Sight
Poet and the Soul
Drummer and the Rhythm
The singer and the Voice.
Artist and the Imagination
The Architect and the Form…
These friendships that you long for
I assure you, you will meet them here.
These, the meetings that spice up spaces
and light up life.
Giving generously from cups
that runneth over,
Four wheels and a steering wheel.
Highways and stop lights moving me between here and eternity.
The journey is the space between the turning of the engine and where I am to go.
I enjoy it most on the roads unfamiliar-
winding as my thoughts.
The quiet solace of the safety of steel.
In command of the destination, and at peace with my path.
I revel in the anonymity of the cars passing by.
Unknowing of my bliss-
the rapture of the road I drive.
Traffic is synchronicity
each of us heading somewhere.
Dancing along the sands of time.
Influenced, to varying degrees,
Affected by the proximity,
of fellow asphalt passengers.
Whisperings turn to Narrations as I navigate.
Spirit speaks to me when my foot is on the gas.
Windows down… Music always in accordance with my plan.
The breeze nudges softly in response
to my inquiries.
Birds of prey cross paths with me
bowing mighty wings in acknowledgement
of the freedom that exists in motion.
It is simple, this pleasure.
I say it is alchemy.
I say it is efficiency.
I say it is elegance-
To trust in the journey
and enjoy the drive.