Heaven’s Gate

Lighted candles dance amongst heaven’s gate, rejoicing love, flirting passion, and anticipated hope. Reflections deep upon the tides of time, never ending, never identical, and never without cause. Each day begins a new and ends another, what whispers then of gentleness will bring many to there brink and yet never experience the edge of ecstasy with a simple gesture of hope and joy. I wish, I wish, could that itself betray the truth that bewilders us all. For are we not creatures of fate, and therefore hopes are dreams unmatched and find ourselves at times looking at love as a reflection of our dreams.

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Sounds of silence

Alone, early sunrise on Kushog

Amidst the silence of her sleep I found myself carving a path over her mirrored back, my paddle, my sword. This morning became my quest to lose my place in time; no other sounds were audible, for the lake was asleep. The wind whispered over the land, goose bumps appeared on her smooth surface as if to awaken her gently, the morning light trying to pierce through the early mist, dancing on the shore line with its infrequent glimpses. Her back now warming up to the morning’s early sun rising to announce the day. The night’s passions now forgotten, the new day bringing a new dawn, nature’s hand is drawn across her, the sounds of the land melodically echoing her joy. The leaves rejoice as if to reflect the whispers of the wind, how ironic that man creates devises to listen in on nature, where nature can orchestrate and experience her own music for our enjoyment. Continue reading

Each new tide, a new beginning

It has been a long time in the making or should I say with some reservation how can I get started, often thought about the importance of keeping a journal but publishing my thoughts publically was always questionable. I hope that I can do justice to this space and offer my perspective on life as reflections of my work over the years.