Rambling from the Road 12/12/09
Randomness finds me
Chaos surrounds me
Dancing in the universe of stars
Looking down at everything below
Reminding me of the insignificance
We are drops in an endless sea.
As the sun shines upon my face,
Warmth through my body
A perfect moment in time
Wind blows through my hair
Primal powers fill me
Feet touch the earth
Reality becomes transparent
My name is cast into the elements
Earthwindwalker finds me
Becomes one with me.
Back to the world I know.
The dancing girl pauses for a moment
Utter clarity fills her consciousness
Meaning of life becomes known to her
Then forgotten, put away in her mind
To surface when wisdom and age comes to her.
Reflection of one’s face in the mirror
Reflection of life in everything
Reflection of spirit within.
Reflection of mind in the written word
Moves in a circle, around us and within us.
The road flows under the wheels
White lines blur as the miles pass
Thoughts fill my mind
Hands and feet move in autopilot
Meaning of life comes to you in this moment.
Dreams are pieces of a story you need to write.
Ideas that creates characters.
Inspirations of a spiritual nature.
You hold your “god” in that view of reality.
Maybe that’s what prophets really are?
They are dream writers.
But the real question is who the dream weavers are?
Perfect winter afternoon
Chill in the air
Thoughts on reincarnation
Maybe we are all beings from a different plane.
That picks our body in this plane of existence.
That’s why we have memories of different lives.
Because we are actually these people at that time.
Just many spirits or stories in one body at a time
Only a few have the ability to remember those lives.