How Long Had it Been

They say that the "POND" is known by so many names, that none of them are remembered. The shadow of the sun or the lite of the moon, through all the beginnings it has been the "POND".

Comes down to the "POND", two travelers. Each on a different path, neither, strangers to the "POND", both smiling with the knowledge that they had arrived, finally at the same time, together. They came just to see, the warm embrace, smiling faces, there is nothing they wouldn't do again.

How long had it been, They tried hard not to show it, they would do anything, go anywhere. They brightened up the entire day, just to see one another.

The "ONE" finally has a name. Was this truly the beginning, or was it, as to the "POND", merely a continuation. The "Others" were all hand in hand, leaves were green, the sky blue, kites were dancing through the air and there was everything.

"How Long Had It Been"

The"POND" reflected every emotion and the two travelers, heard only one heart beat and that was, as Spring had brought, new life, so did the two who were once again "ONE". They didn't know where they had been. All they knew was Then, and that made them feel as "ONE".  

The "Others" knew from the very first breeze that the two, were about to begin again. Now there was an understanding, that this journey was again, beginning and the "POND" whispered through the ripples of satisfaction; Dreams come true for those who believe.

They were of the "POND" and happy to have found their way.

All their time was spoken for, Together.

"HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN" 

Through all the beginnings................

 

To those of you, who have been a part of this journey, I, hope that you "Believe". And your dreams will come true.  Know that we are in this beginning together.

Perhaps I will see you at the "POND". After all it has always belonged to all of us.

 

 

Sun Shine Hurts My Eyes

Why is it that, the lite of the Moon has never hurt my eyes. The reflections in the "POND" have danced, yet never ran. The "Dream Weaver" has never worn sun glasses. The shadows, are never to bright. The nite sky is so peaceful, and even when the moon is in the "POND" I can look, and see so many things, and none of what I see, tells me to turn away.

The "POND" has always known reflections and remembers them all. Now the "POND" has taught me that reflections are those things that have occurred. It is the Sun that provides the lite, that shows me these things. 

I suppose that is why "Sun Shine" hurts my eyes. Unforgettable is what I see, near and far.

I hope your listening, because I am telling you what I see. And I hear the "POND", don't speak, about the things we try to do, or the reason, words are blinded by the "Sun".

"Sun shine" hurts my eyes.

Don't look, let the rain beat against the window pain, and think about the touch of the "POND" and the reflection of the words never spoken.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain as it splashes, on to, the "POND". Little did I know, that the "Sun Shine" would hurt my eyes. That I would find comfort in the shadows of the rain.

In this Beginning:

"Sun Shine" hurts my eyes.

A Free Wind

This beginning found me caught, in a Free Wind,  and I wonder, have you ever dreamed, that, you lost yourself.

The "POND" was no where, to be found. At least not in this place. I couldn't feel the "POND" any longer, even the stars were hidden. The path was unfamiliar.

 This path began and began again, with out an answer. You can't go on saying the same thing, saving all the questions, for each time you go away. There is no waiting for a "Free Wind", it comes and goes as it travels within itself. For a traveler, simply seeking a path, darkness, can be less then a friend. It is the hidden road and I have such a long way to go. I was born to be that man. And yet that doesn't answer any of the questions. And I was no where in sight, when the church bells rang, reminding me how to listen, even if I didn't understand what I heard.

The Sun went down, but was it the right time of the nite. No use talking when the shadows fall. There was, a "Free Wind", but only for a short time, passing so quickly and unable to believe.

There is really nothing I can do, except everything. Some times in my life there is sorrow, but the "POND" has shown us, that, there is always tomorrow, and the "POND" would find me right where it had been, through all the beginnings. The "POND" would listen, reflect, ripple with the fascination of all that happened, and the "Others", would come and listen, to the reflection of my tale, of a, "Free Wind". And we would all wonder if the "Free Wind", would blow through my hair, or simply change it's name.

Do the days get longer, or does a "Free Wind" simply move, as time passes, by. 

The"POND" knows and I need to touch its water, to understand:

A "Free Wind"

I want to wake up, and be there. I remember, the "POND", I had learned, to live life, in every beginning, moment by moment. And the "POND" knows my name. Once is not enough, it happens all the time. Simply turn the other way. The "Others" all knew, there would be a different day. And the"POND" said one more time: Remember always that,

Butterfly's are free and so is the "WIND"

Reflections

Dawn, the beginning for some, the continuation, for others. Think of what the beginnings would be without the Dawn. Touch each new beginning with the reflection of all the "Others" who have visited the "POND" and, wonder what is was, they saw, as they spoke, with the "POND"

At the "POND" Dawn, is a special time. The morning sun, reflects off the surface of the water. The colors of life come out to play. This is when "Reflections" are at there very best, when the Sun, has not yet shadowed, the day.

I know a place, where we can go, and enjoy one another's, "Reflection". Where we can walk along the "POND" with someone, we once knew. And that was then, and the "Reflection" tells us, that it was, as it is meant to be. I would give everything to be able to remember all the "Reflections". Close your eyes and let the "Reflections" unwind, one heart beat at a time.

I still, believe, that it will all be as it should, slow down, we don't have to walk so fast. "Reflections", Paint a picture, something so simple, makes us feel so complete.

"Reflections" give us the freedom, to see inside ourselves and the way it feels, to not be alone. If you never visit the "POND" you will never know what it is like, to feel better, then good.

Some times, it hurts, to feel so good.

"Reflections", move so well, there are no strangers within. Say it isn't so. We should all want to go. The "POND" knows us all and always has. The "POND" is very deep, room enough for the "Reflections" which are the heart of all the beginnings. So smile with the "POND" and remember the,

"Reflections"

As you walk away, the "Others will always have your,

"Reflections"

Pause/breathing here

In the Middle of the Night

In the Middle of the Night, I go walking in my Dreams.

 I should know, how very deep the "POND" really is: Yet I still try to find my way through the valley, of so many fears. Is this yet another beginning, or is it, that there is no time, that Really matters. Only the "POND" remembers all of the beginnings. The "Others" have to believe, that the best, is as good as it should be, From the very first dream.

The "POND" reminds us, how far we have come, and after all the beginnings, "She" is still the, "ONE"  

In the middle of the night, we all go walking, some just don't remember, others don't want to remember. And still we walk, always so that, the past doesn't catch up with the now. But the "POND" remembers.

The "Dream Weaver" has shown me, why I walk, and the "POND" has told me, what I seek. 

 I have seen the future come true, in a number of days. Always the "Pond" has known what it is, that moves, all of the ways; In the middle of the night.

Too many nights, through all the beginnings and yet there will be endless nights to come and we can thank the "POND" for the "Dream weaver".

In the middle of the night, the "ONE" often visits, the "POND". The night hides, her face. There is no mask. simply Night.

 And we go on walking in the middle of the night, eyes wide shut. 

 Do it again, don't you know how you feel. The best thing about the Middle of the night, is, that there will always be another. The "Dream Weaver" comes when least expected.

When I first dreamed of the "One", we were both walking.  Even now, she is still walking. And the "POND" rippled as I heard;

Now, learn to listen;

In the Middle of the Night.

 

 

 

EVERYWHERE

Colors, The time has finally come, no reason to run. I took a look inside.

Where are you, I'm searching. No matter what I see, so much is changing. I'll sit here learning. The "POND" is rising, and it is just me. The "POND" knew that the time was coming. Knew that I was going to ask, should I change myself? where should I begin? "POND", at the beginning of course. And which beginning would that be? Perhaps, all of them!

Where will I go. "POND", was so fascinated by the non question, rippling and moving with the breeze. Everywhere, of course. Even if I have been there before? I suppose that you can't be from some where, if you haven't already been there. "POND" was satisfied. And I said, If only I could Talk to you. I just don't want, to get back from no where, and then, go there again. 

 The stars are, everywhere, just don't pretend that they are only in the night sky. "POND", if not only in the night sky then where..........."POND" tell me. The Sun may cast a large shadow, yet the Stars are still........Everywhere. You, must see, with more then just your eyes.

Wondering through this beginning, there are so many "Others", everywhere. I only just noticed them through your eyes. "POND", what is that I see and why has it taken so long to understand about everywhere; Do they, only come out at night?

Waiting and watching, does any of it matter everywhere."POND", everything I need to know, is knowing that the beginnings are everywhere.

If I leave this place,where do I go, to talk to you? Will I miss your knowing? I am just  "One" of the Others. Where do I go to find you?..............."POND" Go where all the "Others, have gone, follow the heart beats to,

Everywhere.......................It is after all, your life time and I am,

EVERYWHERE.

Friends

And as the "Friend" walked past the "POND" she smiled and realized that the painting had so many different colors. And it wasn't necessary, to only see bare trees. The "POND" had reminded the "Friend" that the path was always, and just there, was the next beginning. 

 When next that the "Friend" returned this way, and found once again that the "POND" was always there, so would be the "Others", perhaps, just not, at the same time.

I think about the "Friend. I think about the times I have called her "Friend" and I begin to think that I understand within her eyes, and know that life, has given us, more then just memories.

I stood in the shadows, as I watched the "Friend" take the path, and was happy to know that the "POND" had made a difference, in so many beginnings.

Friends believe, and that is most certainly, what this beginning was meant to be.

 Some kind, of special, is about, Friends. And memories refuse to go away.

UR so many things, but "Friend" is how I was to know you, in this beginning, and every time I call your name, the "POND" will know. And perhaps in the next beginning, a  Friend, will be the "ONE".

I believe, that the "POND", understands,

FRIENDS!