Euphoric Muse
auditory musings...
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Ah-ha...

An ah-ha, epiphany, or an accidental adjustment of a paradigm. Whether by chance or planned conception, accept the risk of opportunity. Step off the common path, explore, find and romance a muse. The machine that calculates and synchronizes the moments of life must be brought down for maintenance.
Sound no alarm before a lock is turned and an entry is imminent. Fear only ignorance. Ignorance fears knowledge, awareness and choice. Believe in experience. Assumption only acts as if it could have.
This journey has been too long on the predictable road. I am not ready and do not desire to say "I wish I would have”. Instead I want to be the kind of person that I want to surround myself with, those that can explore, be and have the adventure of our lives. Celebrate, sing and dance with deepened friendships. Touch, feel and embrace each other for what we have done, had and lost, fill ourselves the energy that opens minds and experience what we never imagined we could.
The inhibitions that have kept us captive within cages we have built around ourselves are expired. Look and see what we have been blinded from, hear what we have been deaf too. Grasp the cup, wet our lips and taste rather than passing it on. Drink and enjoy what we've thirsted for. Leap and dive into the waves, swim past the horizon, carry and be carried away...
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Night Watch
I am awakened by my senses and left by sleep. My mind meanders through notions catching only glances at images, fragments of sounds and voices, barely grasping one particular thought before leaving it for another and still another after that. Attempting to find some peace I sit quietly trying to steady the brain in my head to persuade my mind to settle. This is how it continues through the length of this night like many other
s. Staring over the calm water I find some focus in the reflections of the tiny sparkling lights scattering the sky. It is strange that when the same wide open spans of the earth are exposed under the light of day, we cannot often hear the presence of silence even when it finds us. The night however, hushes the earth and stands guard of our senses. Under its protective cover, reticent spirits otherwise kept hidden and subdued are allowed a degree of freedom and a sense of amnesty from judgment not wagered with illumination.
So I watch the night. The light of the stars dances on the waves in the distance. A warm wind gently breathes across the dark, cool and mysteriously sensual water. The deck rises away and presses back down into the waves while the boat, seduced by both air and water whispers, sighs and speaks to its lovers in muted conversations as if secretly trying not to wake the sentinels of the night to sound an alarm and bring the days light early. Dawn will come, though sometimes stealthily, always confident in its own timing bearing swords and throwing spears of light. The spirits of the night will again retreat and hide away until it the sun has done its tour and sinks past the horizon away from sight.

So I watch the night. The light of the stars dances on the waves in the distance. A warm wind gently breathes across the dark, cool and mysteriously sensual water. The deck rises away and presses back down into the waves while the boat, seduced by both air and water whispers, sighs and speaks to its lovers in muted conversations as if secretly trying not to wake the sentinels of the night to sound an alarm and bring the days light early. Dawn will come, though sometimes stealthily, always confident in its own timing bearing swords and throwing spears of light. The spirits of the night will again retreat and hide away until it the sun has done its tour and sinks past the horizon away from sight.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
thinking, believing, reflecting, begining?
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