A series of violins sway and peak
evoking a sound that can only convey a yearning heart.
The crests of a wave I ride to
entertain myself with new ideas and new notions from that, that the
web provides. Medicority abounds and waffles ensues and I find myself
waning in interest.
What is it that drives us and the
longong to know that of peace and tranquility.
It followed a ride in a warm Spring
sunshine.
But for the surprise of the early
warmth enveloping and unsusoecting it also brings surprises.
Quite from the blue comes a escape of
energy leaving one limbering and panting to some surprise and the
warmer than expected air along with a close while dense closeness
sapped energy that was low at the start of things.
Oh how the violins match that of my
heart and the longing for something hidden from view.
While plans long in the life run their
final courses the need to find that which brings forth new focus is
eagerly sought out. Be it objects of desire or mrely tools of
creation the search continues on.
One wonders if the focus can come from
sources quite unexpected.
Could it be that from the mists that
encircle my life a figure can appear that provides that answers to
the questions I still search for?
Cursed be the limitations of motion
that plague my days current and those gone by. Such wonders will not
be stumbled upon so close to hand. The word search does imply travel
and this not be the place to find treasues of the changes needed my
such a soul.
I what do many things for such a thing
as wings. The very thought of flight forces visions of freedom while
not shackled in place as such I am of late. But shackles require keys
and keys require forging.
So it be that the journey travelled
thus far is one seeking the skills to forge ones own keys.
Be it true that keys have been forged
and of late into the locks they be placed.
A series of doors I await their opening
with eagerness to view their secrets and finally tell that they keys
worthy of the time taken in forging.
All the while a merry dance I lead so
keep hidden my true nature so that over confident opponents that
become over zealous by their own arrogance see that the other paths
have been sealed shut and remain they will forever and a day.
In place there be the events that if
come to frutition will force into the light of the hues of lime that
which has been achieved in times now past.
Souls require direction and have
yearning and thus far many seeds have I sowed and attempts to bring
forth the fruit I need to see horizons new.
Many months gone before far fewer now
approach and soon the fruits of ones labour may arise into ones view.
