A Live

Someone asked me why I walk so much to which I replied because it is the only time I take for myself - make for myself which is for me to say hello to me. Requiring no directions...no funds... no goal... no work... that is the reason. It is a time when the world enters my mind...strokes my heart and opens my eyes... when I can see what touches me... when I can let what is around me in.....like thinthreads running inward, each gently unveiling itself... whispering as they bang on the door to enter...never knowing whether to approach or stand at a distance... awaiting my rising hand... to hold and fondle...play and experiment with... learn from and speak to... guess about or remain in awe of....keep or dispose of.....I need this...

When out there there is nothing but a sense of being alive....time stands still... feelings ebb and flow... sometimes laughing..sometimes crying...other times mad and angry...though most times surrending into lostness far off in another place....where what abounds around me is muchmore significant than I ever could be.... where the devils and the angels cross my path and we greet each other knowingly.... glancingthrough the corners of attentive eyes....taunting back and forth....asking questions previously left unanswered.... savouring smells and moments never before breached.... dreaming dreams never before explored and freely basking in promise never before exposed...

There is precious little I have to offer.... of all that I am...all that I be.... all that I know... if I could share but one thing... truly of me... myself.... it is these moments which strike the deepest chords inside....with you.... Rather then tell you what you want me to say... or do what you want me to do.... I simply be me.... hoping that is enough.... to fill you....satisfy you.... perhaps cause a smile.... Through this.... your hand is in mine and somewhere laying inside I come to feel closer to you as a circle is completed.... no magic or mysticism.... simple and clear..... like the walk itself.