Colors

Have you ever, seen the color of a summer breeze? Have you ever, heard the color of the grass as it grows? Have you ever, wondered what color it was, when your eyes are wide shut? Have you ever smelled the colors of the seasons, as they come and after they have passed? 

 Have you ever, realized that it is not you, who knows the color of your soul, but rather, it is the "Others", that see your color so clearly. In the beginning, The "POND", taught us, that, the color of life, has always been, and always will be in your soul; And as your eyes, are the windows, to your soul, your soul is the color of your life.  The "POND" has always told us that living takes time, and the beginning is simply that. To understand living, we need to believe that the color of life, is in every breath, that we take.  

The "DREAM WEAVER" reminds us that the "COLORS" of the "POND" are in the song, of the, ripples of fascination. As the "POND" moves, we all see, hear, and smell the "COLORS" of life.

I think, We have seen, the rain, and the color of the rain, has the sound of the "POND". Fresh, renewed and perhaps another beginning. The "POND" will always be ours, and the "COLORS", of the "POND", are the reflection of every breath that we take.

It is amazing how "COLORS" can speak right to the soul, without saying a word. There is a truth in the "COLORS", that says the "POND" will never forget us.

Do you remember the "COLORS" of your dreams? Everything you need is in the "COLORS", of a dream, being born. Perhaps that is why the Dream Weaver, sends us so many "COLORS".

"COLORS", show the way you feel; Just as "COLORS" shower the beginnings with every emotion, every moment, of every breath.

AND THAT IS ALL THAT MATTERS........."COLORS"

 

 

No Matter What

Is it, in the way we are, what we hear, where we are or where we aren't, or, in the way it happens.........We can't stop the rain from falling;

"NO MATTER WHAT"

We will find our way back to the "POND". For all the beginnings. If you are asking, where am I going, for the rest of this beginning, you don't, have to worry. It is beyond your knowledge, but perhaps not beyond your dreams: I have waited this long to tell you, 

   "NO MATTER WHAT"

It only matters that you believe, that the "POND" is forever. The "POND" is the beginning of all the beginnings, every dream, every day, every nite. It doesn't mean a thing to hear others say differently.

 Believe, that it is and it will be. No need to worry, all is as it is meant, to be. Simply look at the reflections in the "POND". Reflections can't distort the truth;

"NO MATTER WHAT"

It only matters that you believe, that's what makes, colors so real, and most certainly, the reason why you will, always be of the "POND".

We are not meant to see the tomorrow's, simply destined to live them. Life, begins with the "POND" and we have been taught that there are no endings. 

 Sometimes, I just don't know what to do. I do know, that the "POND" is forever. And I will be part of every, beginning;

"NO MATTER WHAT"

It is amazing how the ripples of the "POND" can speak right to the center of my heart, and the the smile on my face, speaks more clearly then any words, and, the "POND" will catch me, for the rest of my life, from where ever I fall, and most assuredly, I say it best, when I say, nothing at all.

There is a truth in our eyes, and I hope you are listening, because I'm telling you how I feel, and yet I know, I have said nothing at all, and that, is, how I say it best.

I can't deny what I believe. I can't be what I'm not. The sky is blue, butterflies are free, I will always be me and the "POND" will always be ours.

"NO MATTER WHAT". 

"NO MATTER WHAT"

Where Have We Been

Where have we Been.....................so many places all at one time. And now, the "POND" has given us, reflections of the beginnings to come.

The Dream Weaver has gifted us, with more then mere memories.

Where have we been.

 The memories of this beginning are safely held within the "POND".  We know it is almost time to wake.................and we want the Others, to be there with us. The moon is leaving the "POND" to make room, for the Spring breeze and the Dream Weaver is happy, and we have been walking in the nite. Living through our dreams.

Where have we been.

Everywhere and no where and gladly will we return.  The Stranger sang from across the "POND", I wonder where I have been and where I am going? Only to have the "POND" answer through the ripples of it's sleep, to know that, would be to no longer be part of the beginnings. The very next Breeze could very well be the next beginning.

As the "POND" prepared to wake.

There was no time and yet it is the best of times. The "POND" has known all the times in all of the beginnings, and will be there when we wake.

Where have we been..........................Everywhere and back again.

 

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