I Still Believe

It must have been another beginning. The "POND" was there, it was always there and always would be.

I still believe in you, still believe that the sun will shine on me.

I still believe that there is a reason, a meaning, to why we are here.

I still believe that there is a place we can go, where we can see the lite.  Where the moon is in the "POND" and I am not just dreaming my life away. Where we can just stand in the doorway in the rain,  just to be there again, it is a brand new day.

 So I  walk on past the "POND". It is a lonely road, to find a place inside us, that only I could know. That is the way life goes, just a whisper on the wind.

So I still walk on,  just to know it all again, don't need a reason cause the words I need to tell you are the words I didn't say. The feelings that I have, I know will never die. The "POND" has always told me there are no endings.

The shooting star in the sky tells me, to never turn away. I am not of this world. My time has yet to come, it is a brand new day and that is the only answer.

The "Pond" is the place we can go, I still believe and always will. Don't turn away, you are not of this world. Every moment, every heart beat, it seems so clear, forever.

I know, I have a long way to go.

But I still believe, that is the only answer.

The "POND" has always known, and the "POND" has taught me, once again to:

BELIEVE

 

 

Day Dreams

When it begins; The next life we live in, remains to be seen. Day Dreams fill so many empty places.  Even when I wake up before the dawn I know they will last until the nite. There is this empty place inside of me that I know only the "One"can fill.

I was lonely once, The "POND" reminded me that dreams don't only happen when I am asleep. Day Dreams let me cherish the feelings that are my life. I remember now; Day Dreams are good for me. I remember the "One", I remember that I often say, if I should receive my calling before I awake from my Day Dream, would I be able to find the "POND". The beginnings are always changing.

I know that I could love the "One" forever. The "POND" has taught me that forever is only one more, Day Dream away.

The Other

It was most certainly in the beginning. He approached the "POND" On four feet. Of course they knew each other. And the "POND" asked where have you been. So many beginnings, Come, touch and feel. And the "Other" did. And the "POND" knew all there was to know and the "Other" was content. The "Other" knew he should tell the whole story, it was after all "A Tale of Many Tongues". And the "Other" wondered, did the "POND" really know? I was sent to tell all the others. The Grand Poodie has sent me from the Planet Poodie to tell the others that all is not well. And surely it must change. The "POND" rippled with the fascination of knowledge. The "Other" reminded the "POND" that his name was Oodie. The "POND" simply rippled. Through the beginnings the "POND" had always and would always know. The "Other" again stepped closer and saw his reflection upon the surface of the "POND". You do know me and always have. I see myself in you and I wonder how deep you are. So much to do and so many beginnings to do it in. The "POND" knowing no endings, simply acknowledged the "Other" and the "Other" knew, the "POND" would always be his.

 There came in the distance a warning: beware, of the Doodle Ray. The "Other" Thought, surely, we are all more then a mere  green gelatinous gel. Hmmmmmmmmmm, I wonder, what flavor I would be. hehehehehe!

Believe

So cold, so quiet, and the "Pond" is still asleep and dreaming deeply. I want to talk to the "POND". I am waiting for the Warmth of the sun, to remind the "POND" that everthing has begun again. The "One" is gone. Why can't I tell the "POND".

 I always believed.

 Every where I look, everything is barren. Every where I walk, everything is hard, cold, quiet, alone. I thought, don't you see, the "One" is gone. Is this my dream, how will I know, when will I know. I need just one touch. Magic, it must be easy for the "POND" to remind me, that If I believe, dreams will come true.

And then, the "POND" stirred and I heard,

There are times when you have to make a decision, even if it hurts. There is a special kind of magic in the cold air and you will still wake up in the morning and you must remember;

Butterfly's are free and always will be. The "One" has not gone. The beginnings are forever. The "One" will come again, you just have to believe. And once again, I knew that the "POND" would always be mine;

And I......... would always believe. 

There is a lite

There is a lite, a very special lite. We can all see, if we choose to. There is a way to do each and everything little thing. So many people  seem to be blinded by the lite and then lose their way and search endlessly for the dream. Only to realize too late that the "POND" was always there.

The "POND" is asleep, it's dreams are to be shared with each and any one who chooses to believe that dreams come true. When the tress are barren and the cold is all around and they are  waiting for the warmth of the sun, to remind them that life is like a summers day. A billion stars all around, sleeping in the dessert, or finding heaven on earth; the "POND" is a peaceful and easy feeling, because the "One" has made my world a highway to the stars. Can you feel the sun shine, can you feel when the moon shines, you can climb that mountain,  if you believe.

 As the "POND" dreams, I am reminded that no one, has to climb that mountain, however if you do get to the top you will most certainly realize that you are living your most precious dreams.

Looks like we made it. Still together, with the "POND" and I am as high as a mountain. Still, the "One" that I want for life. The "POND" has so many dreams and yet I can never have too many. So glad we made it, look how far we have come.

As long as I live, I will always remember the first time I saw the lite. And the "POND" will always be ours. There will never be another, with the rhythem and magic of the "POND".

There is a voice inside of me that says all these things and more. And yet, I know that the "POND" is asleep and I believe.

What's going on

Through the beginnings, I would rise in the morning sun and know that I could touch the "One" even in the pouring rain. It was on one of those mornings that the "One" came on a cold winters breeze. The "One" was afraid. She said to me, what's going on, you must be my lite in the deepest darkest hour and it is to me that you need to show how deep the "POND" is, within you. It is you that must show that we belong to one another. For you see I am afraid.

It was then that I knew that the "POND" was asleep. As deep as the "POND" might be, in it's turn the"POND" during the coldest of times, needed to sleep. The "One" worried, can dreams come true if the "POND" is asleep?  Things are different when the warmth of the sun is not shining down on the "POND". Again the "One" said you must be my lite in the deepest darkest hour. it was then, even though the "POND" was asleep, that we both heard, You will never have to say good bye again. The "POND" was dreaming and we knew the dream could come true.

The feeling was so alive, real emotions and we were not alone. although the "POND" would always be ours, it also belonged to all of the others who were willing to believe in dreams.

What's going on: Soon, very soon we would know.

The Visit

So many lights. The sky was screaming with the color of all the lights. So many colors that I couldn't tell where one color ended and another color began. And far below all was in motion and I was thrilled. I was on my way to visit the "POND".

How long had it been, how far had I traveled, how much could the "POND" have changed.  Emotions long forgotten were guiding me to where I could only hope I was supposed to be. Why was it that the "POND" was calling out to me. I remember a time during one of the beginnings, that the"POND" had taught me to listen. And how the Whisper of the "One" spoke so many emotions to me before the breeze had carried her away; Not before she reminded me that we would always have the "POND". How was it that the "POND" did not recognize time or distance but could tell me of so many beginnings.

 I felt as though I had just returned from nowhere and was about to go there again. Life could be so simple in the most complicated of ways. How many beginnings had I searched for the "One" and the "POND" always said to me: Make a wish so that you can start anew, the "POND can make anything come true.

Quietly I came upon the "POND" and was happy when I realized that the "POND" was not asleep. The trees all around were barren waiting for the sun to wake them with it's warmth. Yet the "POND"  waited, as though I was expected.

I reached out and was surrounded by all the lights and there as if once again painted by the colors of all the beginnings, was the "One". Where have you been, she asked. The "POND" is ready to sleep and I have waited for you, where have you been. I replied with the sound of silence, telling the "One" that she is the biggest part of me, that she is the life that breathes in me. And The "One" smiled saying that the "POND" had told her to make a wish of all the things we will do, and they will happen in a very special way. The "One"reached out and said don't you remember,  you are the biggest Part of me and we will always have the "POND"

Together we walked close and the "POND" told us it was ready to sleep but only after our dreams came true. In this beginning, for us, there would be no parting until after promises had been made and emotions exchanged, to be held by one another and never given to some one else, even if we, once again, that which is the "POND" separated us. And the "One" laughed as she reached out for me and said, I told you the "POND" would always be ours.

Don't you know that you are the biggest part of me.

The Whisper of Wings

The beginnings are all well known to the "POND" and butterflies are free.

It happened during one of those times when time didn't matter. If the whole truth be known, it still happens. The "POND" is timeless. It didn't happen quickly. There was only the sound of silence and the quiet sound of the flutter of delicate wings. The "POND" recognized her. It was the "One". As She has always been and always will be. On this day, the "One" was Painted. Her lines and colors reflected by the sun onto the surface of the"POND", And the "POND" rejoiced in her reflection and rippled with fascination. She smiled and was happy to please the "POND". She, who is the "ONE" opened and closed her wings, silently gliding across the "POND". There was no need for a reason, it is simply what the "One" does. Her beauty is natural, the sunlight is a gift and the "POND" is real.

Didn't you know butterflies are free.

I saw all of this and felt sad.  For I knew that there would never be a reason, there could never be. And then she saw me. At first I didn't know what she was saying to me, I didn't know how to listen. The "POND" showed me her reflection and I heard the "POND", you will know the "One" through, all the beginnings. 

Butterflies are free and that is the way it is meant to be. And as the wind carried us apart I heard her say, how deep is your love and butterflies will always be free. Then as she drifted away, I heard her say, don't be sad, you know there will be another day and the "POND will always be ours.

I knew then that the "POND" had taught me how to listen, but I never told her how much I heard, because, butterflies are free.

And the whisper of wings is so very natural.

 

The "POND" Nature of Things

The"POND" is a very simple place. A timeless place, or at least in some of the beginnings it was, is and will be. The very nature of the "Pond" is to be. That's why the "POND" is, making those things, natural, simply because they are.

The most interesting part of all of this is that the "POND" knew about this writing, as did she; And her whisper is heard by all those who are supposed to hear.

The "POND"  hears her every moment of every day. She whispers about how deep her love could be.

 The "POND" is so very original and exceptionally unpredictable. However, through all the beginings the different beings that visited the "POND" have had a profound effect on nature of all that is and even the "POND" itself. You see the whole truth is something that could never be told, it is simply known by the "POND". It is the "POND" that lites the days and promises to never never distort the truth to me, I have known the "POND"  through all the beginings.

And the "ONE whispers that the "POND" will always be ours. That we will always be each others and I hear her. 

That is the Nature of things.

The "POND"

And in the beginnings there was the "Pond". We knew the "POND" differently, then we know it now. And over time, through the many different beginnings, many "Others" came to the "POND". Yet we have all, always known the "POND", As I have always known her. This is a different time, a new time and now I want to know her again. And like the Others, she has always been there. From the beginnings, only the "POND" reflected light on those very dark days, only the "POND" carried the whisper of the breeze, on those very bright days. And the "POND" is still our place and she, who is the "One", says, it always will be.