Building blocks

We exist in this space,

a vast expanse of that which is seen

yet strangely what most matters is that

which is never seen,

only imagined.

We come together through words,

song and music and the beauty of arts

bringing change through an idea,

another of the unseen yet still lingering there

somewhere on the space of the edge of reason,

we move forward driven

and not knowing why

we jump into the abyss of the unknown to find

that which we know we cannot touch

until we come before

like bubbling skies of clouds

somewhere within there may be

flashes of light and water waiting

for the right moment

as the winds come together in unison

a perfect moment is reached

and a storm is born to quench

parched souls and soil,

we dance below the indigo sight

becoming one with that which we are

nature and the undeniable self-created

a moment which is here then gone,

unlike any other that has been nor will be,

building blocks of the universe and dreams

collide with abandon

with spirit and everything that is.

“Dreams are the seeds of change. Nothing ever grows without a seed, and nothing ever changes without a dream.”  Debby Boone

The wonder of it all

To live this life of here
The wonder of the now in each moment
Of dreams and the everyday movements
That capture my mind
In quiet clarity.
Colors and stories
The words that flow from rushing ink
Winding round like endless roads
As the rain falls to blur
The thought that spoke
Only moments before.
To feel within
This childlike joy
The wonderous imagination
That feeds the fire
A hungry beast that craves more and more
Most needed in a day sublime
And not quite mundane
Yet typical.
Motions of pages turning
Faces and places
And seasons that keep moving
Even if we stay still
Watching the memories
A movie flickering in a dark room
Shadows cast and eyes that watch silently
In the awe of a dream cast
By like minds
As understanding dawns
Like a morning sun fights the darkening clouds
I hold my hands up to catch
Each drop that falls
Capturing the damp of cleansing
A soul awash in a treasure.

Thoughts in passing on the gift of imagination and the wonder of words and visuals, dreams that someone had that stopped to make note and we are all the more blessed for it.