Time, time, time. I carry you as a weight. I carry you from the moment of my birth.

After all, time is distance… distance is nothing but walking. So I walk and walk and walk the path that is before me. Carrying my burden of time.

As I age, I remember more and more small bits of my past.  They come to me dressed in shadow and fog yet I feel connection with those moments.

These are ‘Perfect Moments’
I realize, as they pass by that they are significant. They are Echoes of something experienced long in the past.

Now I have some sense that the significance is related to the section and direction of the path I am walking.

I try to glean insight from The Perfect Moment…. But it’s like the word at the tip of your tongue that you can’t quite grasp. Or that vague image in your mind of a recently completed dreams sequence that is now fading. You tell yourself  “if I could just reach a little bit farther I would understand” But it is kept just beyond your reach!

There it is again! That ****** boundary that stops me every time, from grasping the truth that is just beyond my reach… Frustrated I turn my back on the idea that fundamental truth is within my grasp. I tell myself to release this compulsion!

With continued frustration, I seek answers in science, in all the religions of the world, classical philosophy…
None of these satisfy the drive for fundamental truth. I cannot argue the data points provided by science. And of course you cannot argue philosophy or religion because their truth is unprovable, completely dependent on one’s ability to have faith.  

YET I KEEP REACHING FOR THE TRUTH!! the truth that is always just outside of my grasp.

Then, at the end, I realize that the real truth lays in the Seeking… For whatever reason in heaven or earth, the striving for the truth is all that we can attain in this lifetime. And that the answers will come in the next….

If you are one that can't deal with all the talk of gender and  identity in these changing times...

Consider the fact that an enormous percentage of everyone's time is devoted to how we choose to present ourselves to the world around us.  What clothes to wear... What hair style... What makeup... Who you choose as your friends.... Your religious and political preference.

These are all part of your Identity just as much as is your gender or ****** orientation

I believe examining  our selves, our prejudice, the beliefs we hold dear.... this is a healthy process. Understanding our own identity -who we are - who we are becoming. These are worthy pursuits  that we all seek throughout our lifetime.

To judge a Transgender individual because they don't fit into your world view is a bit hypocritical in light of the fact that we are all concerned about our identity and how we present ourselves to others...

Let the trials and troubles break and rebuild, the broken soul that now you feel

Let the Flame scorch and burn
the Cancer that grows and churns-

Each time you move around the wheel
To change your soul, make strong the steel

To clear the fog that clouds the mind-
Repurpose what has been lost to time.

Look deep within to find your light
That's been buried deep, beyond your sight-

Give heed now friend, the words I say- when your light is dim and you've lost your way.

The pain the darkness that now surrounds you - can be the path that you've been bound to.
For reasons now you may not see. That at it's end your Light be freed.

RELIZATION OF SMALL PERFECT MOMENTS.

It's wood and metal
It's glass and Stone
It's the bird song of the morning
It's fire light and a moment just right

It's the random smile
It's warm hugs
It's soft lips with a soft kiss

It's the laughing child
It's a warm bath on a cold night

It's perfect coffee with a bit of cake
It's love felt through unspoke words
It's that look of longing spoken thru your eyes.

It's comfort given when there is hurt and pain
It's love that I feal when I speak your name.

The grass In my yard is wildly green
What's beyond my fence I do not need.

I speak the words
"This is enough"....
"Yes indeed, this is enough"

This is home