I dream a dream

… a paradise where you can breathe beauty.

… a place where sunsets are disappointing.

… and the shimmering of the moon creating a pathway of light along the ocean has no meaning.

Because you have seen so much more here. You can feel so much more here.

Is it possible that there is a place that can make you feel like this? Change the way you thought about beauty forever? And what happens when you find it? When the dream becomes reality? When the surreal meets the real?

What happens when you find a place where sunsets are disappointingly not beautiful enough to be there?

Middle uncut

In the middle
Of the bustling
Traffic
Is the stillness
Of the water



A perfect division
The red light
And men on foot
To the growling
But muted traffic

The rediscovery of music

Twilight
Night lights
The familiar
Music started to play
After years

The words
I want to
Playing
Again
And again

I can feel
Myself
Tearing down
The walls
That bind me

I can touch
The flame
I can see
The dust cloud
Disappear

I can see
Old love
Turn to
Rust
Beaten

I can feel
The light on
My face
Again
And again

I go
There
With you
It’s all
I can do

I am where
The streets
Have
No name
None

The tear
Rolls down
I want to feel
It again
And again



Inspired in a momentary lapse of consciousness by U2’s Where The Streets Have No Name.

Not breathtaking, but beautiful

Today the dawn looked like dusk.

It didn’t stop me, because it was breathtaking. But it was beautiful.

The clouds, like an outstretched hand, cupping the sky. The light trickling through its fingers. The light of the day above its hand, the light of the night below. Slowly disappearing darkness. Icy winds, tell the coming of the rain. Gentle rumbling, easily mistaken for shifting furniture. A melancholic nostalgic feeling running through the canvas.

Does a picture tell the complete story?
Maybe not.

Do words tell the complete story?
Maybe not.

Put them together. The complete story?
Maybe. But not definitely.

I could not be definite that it was a dawn. Even though it was.



Today the dawn looked like dusk. Maybe it was meant to.

Something happened

Every once in a while something happens.

Something, that sparks off another thing. And in that little spark lies a big storm. And when you look back at it, you would have never thought at the moment that that little something happened, it was going to spark off a big storm. But if you had known then, you might have done something different, and that spark might not have been created.

And that brings about all the ‘what ifs’.

But these are not ‘what ifs’ in the way you normally look at ‘what ifs’. Usually in regret. The way you look at it here is in awe and wonder as to how things happened. And you are grateful for the chain of events. The chain of events, that brought about the spark that stirred up the storm. For if that storm had not happened, you would not be here. Now.

Every once in a while something does not happen.

When beginnings are not beginnings

Sometimes, beginnings are not beginnings.

The start of something new does not have to mean change. It can be something that has been waiting to happen. And when it happens, it is expected. And because it is expected, it all falls into place. Coming together the way it is supposed to.

Of course, in reality, everything does not happen the way it is supposed to. It starts off the way you want it to, but then life takes over. When life takes over, other things happen. Other things that were waiting in the wings. Little unexpected surprises. Welcome surprises. What you have been waiting for comes together, in the most unexpected of ways.

Beginnings are sometimes just the culmination of things waiting to fall into place and then falling into place.

Break on through

Some days start the way they are supposed to.
But most days don’t.
Some times you know it right from the start.
But most times you don’t.

* * *

Today, right now, a new day begins. And I wonder how this day is going to turn out. I wonder what is in store for me and how it is going to go. There is no ‘rightfromthestart’ feeling right now. It is another ‘letstakeitasitcomes’ day for me.

I miss the days when you know what is going to happen right from the start. In the sense that, it may not be completely planned, but you know it right up front that this is the way the day is going to go. And that is a good feeling. And of course there are those days when you plan everything, and even then you get the feeling that this day may still not go the way you want it to. And it usually does not.

As this new day takes shape, it offers many wondrous things to do. Which of course will probably be completely passed on for the ordinary. And it is in this ordinary that birth is given to the amazing. The breaking through of the ordinary is what brings about the amazing. The ordinary is needed. So, we go about creating and dwelling in the ordinary in the hope that someday, we will break on through to the other side. And that side will bring us to the place where we want to be. To give us the days that we want. The days when things go the way they are supposed to and you take life the way you always wanted to.

The potential exists in every day. We just need to make it happen.