another journey thru a night and a day

                                                                                                

 

so many thoughts to wonder on; too many but enough to get lost in.

constant sorting and re-thinking and re-configuring; the great analysis of life not giving up on the reality of a great dream. walk a hundred miles in  my shoes? put yourself in my life and keep trying, never giving up and still follow your dream; not an easy task living is. The last time it wasn't until the last day. this time i'm just beginning. not re-living the past but living, why?, for the sake of life itself. more compromise than i can accept but i do.

Sunday notes: another week of history written; captured thoughts re-located on a piece of paper.

you reach for the sky and grab a hold to a star and find out you've wore out your welcome

and fall, just a constant falling feeling, but soon you overcome it and learn to fly

in your heart and mind you did nothing wrong; it just happened in  the randomness of life.

and pray for relief and wait, and wait some more until help finally arrives.

shining like the sun you dare not look at it just believe and feel the warmth and relief

some Angel of a kind found you and brought you back to earth. 

so you continue what you were doing, looking for work of any kind while the bills constantly

get mailed out and you look away from the mailbox in disgust.

                                                                                

you put your hands together and feel some kind of power;

perhaps it's the power of prayer;

reaching out into your own consciousness

of something that is greater than you can imagine

but you do anyway.

and you know it's real; but so difficult to explain; a personal belief that keeps you going

across the straight and narrow. you get over "it's always something" and move on. You know it's really hard to accept what God lets us do; what God allows be it bad or good there's a learning experience to wonder on. "Who knows the master plan for us all?"

                                                                                    

Generations come and go with each passing moment as the sun crosses the sky

some are prey to feed the hungry and others pray to have pity and you feel some kind of remorse for what you did without thought; and you explain it by saying it just happened that way.

you make the connections in your mind where the synapse triggers an emotional response

 you can run but you cannot hide; the spirit surrounds you and breathes life and creativity into your gentle human mind and at each step; in each phase you re-consider and often change your mind, but you know you are not alone and some are always better than others and some are always worse off than others and you keep your place in the bread line hoping for a morsel, for a crust to cure your aching stomach and mind.

it does do some good to think after the help you receive, but the waiting seems like forever;

but it's only just a moment of the great time continuum.

                                                                                  

it's now December and you're stuck at home 

but up on the major highway people are moving

like they do

they think they're going somewhere

but really there going from nowhere to nowhere else.

so deeper in your heart you feel the comfort of your Angels and remember what the 

prophets said- there will be times in your life you just got to get down on your knees and 

think of something greater than yourself; and you know there certainly is, but don't know why .

what were the skies like when you were young?

little fluffy clouds

like dreams passing

without a trace

turning colors

at days end; and in the night

so many and the constellations you wonder about them too.

as the day passes so do many clouds

but wher do they go? and you've really got no where to too.

you remember the picture from the night past; but it's always different the next time you see it and wonder like for yourself where it came from and where it's going? and you take responsibility and face our future with bravery; it's the only thing we know; how to be strong and so weak at the same time.                                                                     

many things cross the path of the moon up there so high; it takes three says to get there and you remember you always have to home where ever it may be. you always have to come back to your self and can't hide from reality or shrug it off as something that just is.

life goes on so quickly and the only thing you know is if you don't stop once in a while it might pass you by. 

chapter two: the elevated man

                                                                                                      

on every road we take by choice or random chance we fight with reality

even as the world turns ib place and still moving by the sun's rule w transgress this awesome universe, and it's all ours to be disposed to thought.

think of the children and dance with them

make your way thru the field and stop before you get to the edga at the tree line ande look back at the trail you've made.

think again, re-think and resolve all your issues.

find your way to higher ground but be careful along the way for challenges; and face your enemy and make friends.

this place makes the rules, but you have a choice to follow them or create a resistance.

it's your own road, it's your own journey. find your way and emerse your self in its truer reality...

living in a grand world a perspective

                                                                             
                                                                             

lightning is a flame that comes down to earth from above; but the flame of a candle comes from the earth and burns and glows upward towards the heavens.

sometimes you just got to sit back, enjoy the ride, and get blown away fro the thoughts you think and the evening news in the current media. the message is clear, reality is cruel and unrelenting, but still you find your own peace of mind.

                                                                                        

surely we have a long way to go, but always remember where you came from, your destiny is your own and along the way consider your options and wonder of the people you meet along the way. some will be just acquaintances, others may be angels or daemons, be-careful how you choose your friends.

continuing reflections on life a creative notion

either takeoff or landing
the journey continues
and my mind still wonders

don't we all?!

"the ISS"
a natural habitat in low earth orbit.

leaving earth's gravity field
heading for low orbit
destination the ISS
our research and evolution
of the 21st century

                                                                 if time has any meaning at all our ancestors

it used to be so simple before man's own technology
brought the future closer to his own reality

knew more than us and we regressed to a more simple way of life beside technology but the main wonder is- "how can all this be and the inspiration steadily comes in or without notification, just spontaneous thoughts and you fire another round from your weapon and your mind registers it all.

the shuttle may be retired
but supply ships keep the ISS alive
like the spirit rejuvenates us
when we are strong and still
humble in our weakness.

the adventure continues and life goes on as usual
except for random chance
the roll of the dice
and draw of the cards
bartender i want another drink
before closing time .

waiting for the "A" bus to take me uptown.

everyone is gifted in some way or another. writing on the printed page captures my thoughts and gives me release for new and bold reflections, meditations and contemplation's all the while trying to capture a moment of thought

trying for a decent explanation and the right words to germinate the idea in my mind.

                                                                                          

                                                                                

at hypersonic speed the surface passes so quickly every judgment and decision must be exact.

Once upon a time a philosophical story alone

                                                                                 

destination unknown, just going for a flight, something out there i must see, perhaps a new perspective on life itself, my machine is in good working order, attacked from all sides, my defenses up, fighting for another chance to battle and maintain my legend, "whatever"

So here it was another day, supposed to be a day of rest but i could not turn off my busy mind; too many thoughts to think and consider options and consequences, happily glad to release them on the printed page, my only escape, grateful for technology, my electric typewriter collects the notes from my journal and ready them for posting in my collection of thoughts.

it's always today except surrounded by my restless sleep; perhaps rest will finally come, i'm confused at the political and corporate environment, everyone is replaceable, nothing is for sure except the sunset and sunrise and everything in between, we live a life of choice,it was made that way to make us stronger, but all the options still remain and nothing is dependable except for the belief in God if one chooses so to have faith in a higher power to give us the mental capacity to overcome what comes our way.

even as i looked into the deep reflecting pond, beside the water fall that run swiftly
i saw myself and was satisfied
because nothing could be better than an adjusted attitude and performance standard that my legend reflected.

                                                                    

just waiting for the chance for the next flight, anywhere but here
though we should be satisfied no one ever is.
it's the freedom of flight that gives us room to think of clear open skies
just above the clouds, closer to God than living on the ground;
no enemies except for your own thoughts that lead you astray
from the good that is supposed to be.

Notes from my journal; time to consider the past and future, the present never existed. The question is a difficult one. We have choices; then deciding on the best result we choose and life with our choice. soon rest will come; it's our only hope. how long can i live like this? indeterminable. what is my mission here? the results are also indeterminable. organized religion takes away our free will to think of alternate possibilities, but our own self creativity is imaginable and i still want to fly.

As we learn in our living true knowledge has to be learned and can't be taught. experience is everything. every chance brings new thoughts to consider and re-think what we once knew. inventiveness is a natural part of our creativity. 

freedom is not free, there is a price to be paid, interest is accrued and time moves forward with our continual debt.

happiness is just a state of mind, the world has its own burden cast upon us and we still survive in and thru all conditions and situations, and we become more thoughtful about our own , and we are alone with our own spirit and soul.

I can write 2000 words and it's still one thought to be recorded for someone to read and think about me and their own livelihood for better or worse we live in suspense of our own future under the spell of the political and corporate environment. Home is always sanctuary from the world, but there we get caught up in our own thoughts and dispel ignorance to the facts that cannot be denied. Even as i look in a mirror i see myself but there is a condition; we all have room for improvement, perhaps that is our mission?

                                                                                  so i changed the CD disc and brought up some new music and hoped for inspiration and my aircraft made its moves in the open sky, no clouds and open skies room enough for me to wonder clearly and make my life one with the ship at my controls and move freely in the clear of day with a full tank of fuel i worked the machine in the atmosphere and lived as i willed and that's all, "whatever" the freedom of flight exists in the mind as well. a truth that also cannot be denied. wow. what a flight for an afternoon joy ride, getting my flying hours in and logged as practice for flight school.

We cannot be sure of what to expect, we expect the unusual but find contentment with no problems and just soar on the wind of change , pure freedom at the heart of a machine. And i really don't know what to do so i do what i can and it has to be good enough because we create our own record and history records everything and we still live in the present "Golden Eternity" and life goes on and it's a long story and everyone has their own and we create for ourselves a legend and vanquish the past with our present performance and well if it ain't good enough you move on and life don't stop for no one and the story continues until your natural end ; but even at that point you have to be answerable to the actions and even if you believe in actual absolute forgiveness you move on into eternity and carry your burden on your back until one moment you've had enough; cast off your weight and jump and don't come down and soar because you had chosen to not care and "whatever" it don't matter " anyhow.

We cannot be sure of what to expect, but we can know that with our ambition, motivation and aggressive search for wisdom and knowledge answers will be found and contentment will come even after the long hard road we've traveled and the mind moves where it wills and the quickness of the heart has a profound impact on our rational reason, and nothing really matters, but it does, but in the end it all works out and that's all we can believe.

wishful thinking doesn't make things happen; it is persistent hard work that changes reality; one step at a time; sure footed and grounded in a secure faith and belief one moment in a uniformly coherent little bundle or a package of creativity our mind congers from our wisdom of creativity and intellectual response to the stimulus of living in a natural world full with unexpected surprises and tests of character.