The Art of Giving

Giving the inward gift, offering the inward value

a constant cycle, step one two three four

it starts again to move in more

illuminating the path along the way

as we move to the place where it can all stay

in the light every moment of every day

I was turning the page before you could read

the signs were all around, but missing them is easier

I admit Im a stranger here, the song that plays within

A journey over mountains, though ice and snow, the void. Snowflakes falling on face and chest, collecting on eye lashes. A spark of light reveals the fire within. Nourished, the fire grows stronger sharing warmth and light. The fire burns brighter, giving more light and more warmth, thus turning ice into fire.

A song

A song that plays a feeling, sounding from a place not found with just eyes. The melody painting pictures, hummed a thousand times before.

Listen for the song played out of silence, follow the melody and find the source.

Without Time

I know of a place freed of time which can only be reached through a state of mind. Join me there and witness the beginning and end acting as one.