Still the "ONE"

Look how far we have come, all the different paths we have followed, and yet, you are, STILL the"ONE". And here is where we will stay, at least, during this beginning. And still, you are the "ONE" that I have always dreamed of, a True Companion.

 

E'tre

And as I asked, what is it "To Be"..............the "Pond" reflected that, with out the Others, there would not be a need, to hear the foot steps, through your soul; interesting how lovers can start something that, they can never be sure of.

"To Be", in those special places, to hear the echoes of the footsteps that you don't always share. You just might wake up, some morning, to the fleeting glimmer, of what was only the shadow of someone, you never new.

"To Be" a pebble skipping across the water of the "POND" no one is ever going to notice. Sleeping in the open and then waking in the middle of a dream. Watching the shadows of the Others. It seems that is necessary, "To Be" and everything else, will be ................

Did you know that the "ONE" could fly, so take my hand and know that it is during every beginning, that we are alive and no one is going to find us, simply.

And once again I knew, that "Butterflies Are Free" and perhaps we are all not meant, "To Be", together at the same time.

E'tre

 

 

Sometimes

"Sometimes"

If only, day could be nite.

If only sun shine, wasn't so bright.

If only tears could be smiles.

If only, I could be me.

"Sometimes"

If only I could turn away.

If only, It could be that way.

"Sometimes"

If only, I could understand.

If only, I didn't need, to understand.

"Sometimes"

If only, I didn't need to stay.

If only, I could walk away.

 "Sometimes"

If, only you were not watching me.

If only, my eyes, would look, the other way.

"Sometimes"

If, all I had to do, was say so, and just smile myself, away.

"Sometimes"

If, I only  knew, I couldn't stay.

If only, you didn't look at me that way.

If, only sad eyes, knew there would come, another day.

"Sometimes"

Things are better, when they just pass away.

It was then, that I remembered, the "Pond", had taught me,

THAT,

"SOMETIMES", things that are true, can also be real.

But only, if you could begin, at the beginning.............

"SOMETIMES"

 

 

 

Again

 And so the time has come, to sit with that which is the "POND" and ask, all those questions, that we already know the answers to, "AGAIN".

What is it, that I really know, and how many times have I wondered, if the night has a sound, if we all see, the same color when we look up at the sky and why do kites fly.

Were butterfly's always free? And here I am asking, "AGAIN".

Do dreams last forever? And is Dreaming like dancing in my sleep? Is it only a warm wind that blows my dreams across the "POND"

 And here I am dreaming "AGAIN"

The "Dream Weaver" reminds me that my thoughts and dreams are really the song of my life and it doesn't matter if it is day or night.

Then why am I here "Again"

And "Again" the "POND" reminded me that I am here, during, the living years. When all the colors of my life are having a conversation about saying it best, when I say nothing at all. And that every moment will always be held in the reflections on the "POND".

"AGAIN" I am reminded, that the "POND" will teach me, catch me, Love me, and will always be ours. I remember when the "ONE" whispered to me, that there will always be another day and surely the "Others" have been here, "AGAIN".

I sometimes wish that we could meet and know the "POND" together. Yet I know, we won't and I wonder why, "AGAIN".

So I ask the "POND" Are all the beginnings the same beginning.

And the fascination, that is the "POND" said to me, you are meant to travel through this beginning and when you return, you will ask the questions,

"AGAIN"

And that is how it is meant to be. 

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.