Can you remember before we tripped and fell out of stride? Over-paced, the human race, our twelve-hour clock wound up tight with our world moving two days too fast.

Can you imagine a world with dirt roads and infrequent cars? Silence from the propellers of planes with air so pure, crisp and free from the fumes of exhaust and burning fuel that continues to fill our atmosphere at an extraordinarily fast-paced race to the end before we can even enjoy the beginning?

I dream of going back to such a place, building these dreams and grand illusions in my mind from the stories of my elders and great ancestors of old times.

When working was nothing about sitting at an office desk or making the most salaried income in this hectic life of no rest.

When mornings were spent gratefully tending to the fields and afternoons to the flocks. When in between, you let your eyes rest as you lay on fresh hay bales using only the sun's shadows as your clock.

When nights were filled with belly laughter and passionate kisses creating harmony with nature's own chirps of crickets and coyotes making sweet symphony to the skies; to Mother Moon herself and to the Great One hidden from our eyes.

A time of ease and inner peace amongst our day's hard work. Where the silence of zen in utmost meditation's only disturbance is of nature herself... A dragonfly zipping across your line of view... a horsefly buzzing around your ear... The bark of a pup or the sly movements of the cat as he makes his way into your garden to mess with your plants...

A world where your surroundings are as vastly colored as the most glorious sunset sky of orange, fuchsia, peach and yellow rainbow-dipped flowers, sending their love in sweet floral aroma as you breathe in; lifting your head, heart and chest in joyful adoration as your eyes glance in reverence to the heavens up high.

I collect these words in my pocket;
Papers folded neatly and shoved deep inside with the rest of my stash.

Thoughts that run so freely;
With minds awoken these words come spoken as I grip my pencil and write so fast.

"Catch me if you can," the muse sarcastically banters in my head;
"Don't leave these stories unattended for if you do, they will surely feel dead."

I collect these words in my pocket
And transfer them onto this screen;
So I may have some peace of mind and alas my laundry will come out clean.

Children.

Don't turn off your minds to them.
They are the answer.
They are the key.
Born time and again into innocence.
Reminders that we all start off with the chance to be free.

Look at the world through their bright wide eyes.
See the magic, the imaginary and fun.
Numb your ears to the mindless matters of adulthood worries.
Fill your soul with excitement and laughter.
Live to enjoy the now.

I came from an ancient people, an anxious time; put through trials of destruction and disease, living a life of fear, for the Lord we must please.

We had it all wrong yet were not at fault. These times of troubles have finally come to an end; the despair falling out of reach, no doubt.

Through life we learned lessons; gaining experienced recognition of good from bad. And now we are here, ready to be free. Free from a life filled with hatred and government monopoly.

The time is now for change.

Life is simpler without expectations.
He should, she should, you should, they should.
When did this world start turning so fast?

An inevitable pace for the human race,
With eyes closed, moving forward;
An unending circle of life spinning round and round.

Open your mind's eye to the inoperable pattern of resistance tearing our world apart.
Open your soul to the beauty that already surrounds you, to the peace already within you.
Open your heart to a love that's greater than the winds of rage.

End the war upon yourself.
Set your spirit free.
Focus on the tides of change.

Gemini's are known to dabble in arts of all kind; Well-cultured, well-versed and rehearsed in both rhythm and rhyme.

From music to magic and everything in between; Learning lessons as they unfold with the change of each scene.

We cannot be contained within wires nor hidden behind screens. Energy is everywhere; We choose our frequencies.

Disconnect from electricity and experience the ever-natural waves. Break harmful traditions of doubt and unobtainable change.

We are not alone.
This life has no range.