To the winds I speak to carry off my well-wishing. The spoken words are but waves carried along in the direction that I cast. One heart. One mind–the connection is there. The belief is there that my warmth will arrive intact. Sound carries between 742 and 761 miles per hour. But thoughts?
Positive thoughts like a tree spread upwards and outwards.
Twas discussed last eve of the moon's pull and its relation to all. As our bodies are like that of earth our high and low tides are akin to the mother.
Is it lunacy that it draws from us when full or does it bring us back to our FULL selves for 3 days? *Monitor moods during moon cycles. Note changes from NEW to FULL. Monitor self for differences.
The change of season is upon us. My little groundhog friend does not appear any longer and the trees are going from green to various shades of fire. It won't be long until they lie naked in wait for their blanket of snow. Sleep nature sleep. Rebirth is around the corner. How will mankind do? This is the question that I pose. Man slumbers but for a few hours then his enslaved being goes off into the land of unknowing. The cold is noted as he adjusts himself accordingly as a natural response. However, does he SEE the change? Whoa! Slow down and stop to smell the roses.
Speaking of smell, last eve my teacher's plants called out to me and I inhaled them while my eyes were closed. Although greenery, the smell of pure and fresh cut through me and I could not get enough of the intoxicating effect. It did not matter to me that there were five other people observing my behavior. With my eyes closed, the smell brought me to a forest of life– green and lush overgrowing in beauty. The type of beauty that money can't buy.
Companionship of an animal may be forthcoming as a favor to a friend. His Doberman is elegantly sleek and graceful. This lovely animal obeys his master's whispered voice as though it were a shout. He listens to his master and seemed to tune me out of earshot. I did not seem to exist in his world. Should I take him for a bit, I would like him to know me and I would like to know him. I will also need his command words which are more than likely Chinese. Then again, I am assuming. Like I said, the commands were whispered and his long tapered ears only heard what his master said while everything else played in the background of his auditory system. I can say that as beautiful as he looks, he also appears to be a dangerous sort if need be.
Today while standing in the doorway observing the gray cotton swells amongst the blue, a thought/memory crossed my mind and my eyes stared to fill. My will held the tears back and my adjusted thought process was brought forward. No fluid left my orbs. Twas just a drift of a thought...desire/love that snapped back to reality like a band of rubber going back to its shape of origin. Corrected and adjusted, honest and sincere. To myself be true and to no man be false.
Tis a matter of freewill. No imposition of my will will be done as I would not want the same. No manipulation of person is done as this was never in the plan. There was no plan. There was only hope.
Alas, I hold no hope now as it would inflate one aspect of my being and deflate other aspects. What will be will be as it was meant to be. I lie in neutral.
Friendship has its own rewards such as sharing, caring, listening, respect, trust, and honor. The someday, maybe, could be, perhaps, if, possibly and the like are not necessary. Me canst hear of them. Ah, the lightening bolts flying from rear areas tis when it will occur. Then again, who is to say that it can't occur. Yet, mine own heart would rather wait for the actual rather than hear the not real...not solid daydreams or idle speech. Such words cause self inflicted pain of heart. Thus they are shut out with truth. Truth as described above (lightening bolts). These were my traveled words–gone from my presence–out of sight, but not out of mind. Gone to another who may or may not peruse the contents of the book; who may not enter into the process of thought and rationalization(s). Although logic did not apply to the situation as to how, why, when, what, and where...the who or whom is known.
Like the band snapping back into shape, logic was cast aside as it was not applicable, but the being before the situation was. I know not of what nor whom I was in the interim from whence to present. Best said—I do know but she is shielded. ~ Maggie ~ Penned this 6th day of October, 2007 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST.
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