Monday, November 2, 2009

Dear Gotosh


There will always be tempests of change.

Weather and its parents - the seasons will travel in,

wear their wears. Place themselves in your environment. And sometimes you may restlessly wander upon the landscape.
The crackle of leaves rustling beneath your feet.
Fleeting squirrels bustling aimlessly.

With each sunrise, a sunset had begun.

the cycle continues...hill, slope, plateau, hill, slope, etc.


It is in the clouds that the meaning of clarity is realized, as one can not know good without bad.


Still waters breed tidal boars, if not in your today then always a tomorrow. Your best choice is to wade through the current, raincoat on back and wearing your finest Sunday shoes.

You will never know what you can come across, however permanent, however temporary.

Evil comes in all shapes and sizes, but largely are the result of bad decisions. Pause, pick each step. Your right, then your left...legs alternate between the fates. For in the wisdom of those Fates, you're right, then you're wrong.

Angels descend from the heavens providing beckoning and longing for purity in man. They swim about the abyss that is your dreams and dance across your guise in every waking moment. Most of them only want to take you with them, but are not aware of the trip required.

Dive in these pools with no inhibition, yet know the pool is shallow.

Melted ice and burnt rice only come when you don't have the time in life for the things that are important to you.


Dream life, live dreams.