Feather Lands

Slowly sailing

Down

   Down

        Down

And over

Back and

Forth

Falling slowly

A tiny breeze

Brings it over here

And back there

Again

Absentmindedly

You observe

Half interested

Your thoughts

Floating

Here

      There

And back to the feather

Slowly it lands

The dance ends



...merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream...

Thought for The Day...Just a thought

Filtered Divinity  12 x 17 pastels

What if...

What if your life is more significant than your worries?

What if tonight, when sleep wraps over you, it takes you off to a better you?

What if, when you wake you find all the mysteries of life are laid out like intersecting road behind you and you are at the destination of knowing everything?

What if love is more than romance, but less than being "good friends?"

What if...

Thought for The Day - Elusive

"Working Title:" Dichotomy

Hear My Call!

That 'something' you've always wanted, it's shape, texture, height and depth slowly fading from vision. Is it your sight that's fading or the object losing its material form? What is reality?

Live years, with an ideal world, only to find the one you wake to each day far from your utopia. And yet you can no more shift from 'this world' to 'that.' Arms' reach? No. As far as the East is from the West. From here to the North Star and I don't mean the distance from the southern states to the northern. Like the word "freedom," conceptual and personal, your desire(s) can be as immaterial and far from completion.

Alive, but not really; going about each day as if in a dream from which there is no escape. No more control over the state of your affairs than the nerve spasms that contort muscles and leave bruising.

Is there any hope? What is hope?