Monday, January 26, 2009

WHat??

The universe is definetly trying to tell me something..
but to be honest I really I don't get it - everything I plan just gets knocked over once and again and then comes the ultimate question -
fight back or duck and move on?

What do I really really want - maybe thats the point..
Don't just do what you CAN but do what you WANT - now why is that so difficult to figure out?

Soooo many dreams and here I am on the threshhold ready to create it all
the moment I've been waiting for
and then I get shaky and all this puffed up confidence blows out like mountain wind
what?
You?
I Am a Blue Solar Storm
I can create and ride
and I don't even need to buy the ticket
(not that I could buy anything now..)
you know what - I think I JUST got it,
I need to create my wheels instead of waiting so very patiently for my ride to come

Hell..
these hands were made for working
and my boots for walking
and my mind for expansion of limits
and so it must be

this girlie ain't afraid anymore.

which is what i do..

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities.

- Dr. Seuss

Monday, January 05, 2009

footprint

A new creation of a life pattern
and I got this wonderful luck
to start from scratch
want to rewrite the rules
not tumble into
land familiar
how hard it is

hints of bare truth sneak in
from heart talks
from really good books
from the quiet

this is really golden

seek it dig for it
build it
stone by stone
seashells and wild flowers
under the hot sun
and the night bright moon

my path
hope your strong enough to walk it

cow of moses in the desert sun


Sometimes
When the right song comes in
it could remind me
of me
on the edge of the plateau
dancing in the silence
or running down the path
backpack jiggling
morning in oranges

the unneeded sheds off
and its just me
talking to the sky
close to the desertground red polkadot beetle marches on the edge
like me

wondering what lies beyond