Medium.
Lump
of clay.
Block
of marble.
Scalpel,
chisel,
hammer,
evolution.
Tools
of the
trade.
Vision of
purpose.
Goal.
Something
from nothing,
or so it
would seem.
Final results,
work
in progress.
Evolving,
alway evolving.
Cosmic
sculptor,
creator
of all.
Vision
of purpose
morphing,
grand
in scale.
Working in
mysterious
ways.
Created
masterpiece
beyond
understanding.
Inf­inite in
nature.
Infinite
is scale.
Infinite
masterpiece
beyond
all reach.
Beyond
comprehension.
Beyond
the
medium.
Along
for the
ride.

Wrapped in a
reality.
All that we
know and
understand.
Ensconced in
this seed.
How we
behave,
what we
believe,
how we
perceive.
Born in
this place
wrapped tight
where we are.
Reflection of
our soul.
Opened our
eyes and here
we are.
Not knowing
how
or why.
Moving through,
self righteous
we become.
Understanding
nothing
of the
why
of things.
Pondering,
self reflection
lacking in
our veins.
Accepting
all that is
seen.
Question.
Question everything.
Nothing is
as it
seems.

Lethal.
Words,
deadly
weapons
used to
attack,
hurt,
destroy.
Words
as a
cudgle
used to
control,
intimate,
dominate.
Words,
powerful
tools to
inspire,
elevate,
create.
Words,
conveyors
of meaning
ideas, intent.
Welling up
from within,
pulled
from the
ether.
Words,
conveying
rules, laws,
knowledge.
All of
history,
all of
sentience
reflected.
Words,
explaining the
unexplainable.
Grasping
at straws.
Words,
used as
lubricant,
moving
things along.
Words,
contractors
of existence,
seeds of
creation.

Creation.
Self
is creation.
Without
self,
there
is nothing.
Without
self, nothing
exists.
Without
self, nothing
to know.
No awareness.
No past,
no present,
no future.
Nothing.
Without self,
nothing
would be
everything.
Without self,
no universe.
No one
to talk to.
Nowhere
to go.
Nothing
to be.
Self-existence.
Center of
creation.
Without
self
no stars,
no earth,
no universe,
nothing.
Nothing
to learn.
Reality
meaningless.
Without
self, no
concepts,
no dreams.
Without
self, no
creation.
Self creates,
creates
everything!
Self, the
center
of all.
Without
self,
nothing.
Nothing
to see,
nothing
to smell.
Nothing exists.
Without
self,
no wonder.
Nothing!

For all
to see.
It’s there
for all
to see.
Reflection
of human
nature.
Watching.
Raw,
uncivilized
animal.
Violent
animal
f­or all
to see.
Reflection.
Self reflection,
nature of
the beast.
All else
pales.
Pales in
comparison.
Watching the
beast,
the animal.
Bubbled
up raw.
Dredging
the past.
Violent past.
Bringing up,
surfacing.
How much
further?

The waters have calmed.
The kayak slips by while the warm breeze blows light.
The loon eerily sounds it is near.
Sun drenched clouds ooze vanilla cream.
The sunset throws an orange
purple light over it all.
The fish jump splash finishes the scene.
The veil’s been drawn down.
Serenity surrounds.

Perhaps
it’s all an
illusion.
A trick.
A trick
of smoke
and mirrors,
misdirection,
slight of hand.
Look
over there
while it’s
happening
over here.
Time and energy
wasted.
Wasted on
nonexistent
reality,
merely shadows
on a cave
wall.
Chasing our
tails.
Pursuing
the unattainable.
Don Quixote.
Proud
of the
fool’s errand.
Silly humans.
The gods
last laugh!

Exteriors varied.
Different colors,
different
shapes,
different
sizes.
Each unique.
Each
a universe
unto itself.
What
emanates
from
within?
What can
be known
about the
core?
How does
the shell
move?
How does
the shell
communicate?
What makes
it tick?
A ghost.
There is a
ghost within.
A ghost in
the shell.
The ghost,
invisible.
Cannot be
seen, it
is there
but, cannot
be located.
The ghost
motivates,
brings the
shell to life.
Communicates,
interacts and
creates.
The ghost
makes things
happen.
The world
is full of
shells.
The world
is full
of ghosts.
When the core
ceases to
exist, the
invisible
remains
invisible.
Where it
goes?
Nobody knows.

Distant shimmer.
Dark shimmering
veil.
Barely
discernible.
Distant,
dark.
Distant dark
fog slowly
approaching.
Slowly enlarging.
Slow darkening.
Ever present.
Encroaching.
More visible.
Always more
visible.
Arrival.
Shimmering
dark veil.
Arrival.
Slowly envelopes
Slowly absorbs.
Moving through,
past fades.
Fades to
nothingness.
Fades
to black.
Behind
no more.
Moving through
dark
shimmering.
Dark veil.
What was
is
no more.
What’s new
arrives!

Some say less is really more, or is it more is really less.
I believe both to be true.
The future screams towards us faster every day.
The pace and complexity of life quickens.
Technology more pervasive.
The human psyche bombarded like never before.
Global news 24/7, the internet always up-dating.
None stop information flowing through our brains.
We now make more decisions in a day than those one hundreds years
ago made in a week or a month.
Competition in life and at work like never before.
How much more can we take? How much faster can we absorb before we seize up and break?
Balance is what we need, time to unplug and refresh.
Step away from the onslaught whenever you can, or the psych wards
and on drugs is where you’ll be found.
Meditate as if your sanity depends on it.
It just may.

The other
side.
It happened.
In a flash.
Event horizon
crossed.
Singularity
A.I melding.
Brains connected,
all connected.
Gaia born,
global brain,
intelligence
all connected
uploaded.
Cloud,
all now
live in
the cloud.
Increasingly
growing
expanding.
Intelligence,
in an
instant
galactic
in nature.
Time transcended.
All time.
Universal in
nature.
Dimensionally
expanded.
Multiverse
in nature.
Cracking
reality.
Creating,
realities.
It happened
in a
nanosecond.
****, Gone!

Unknown.
Hidden.
Truth.
Hidden from
view,
from
consciousness.
Sleep walking
mist clouding.
Sleep walking
programmed.
Tunnel view.
Following
directions.
Oblivious.
Out off
sight,
touch,
reach.
limited.
Truth,
beyond reach.
Beyond
comprehension.
Imprisoned.
Programmed
limited,
dang­ling,
playing a role.
Part of the
game,
part of the
whole.
Vision
clouded.
Sleep walking.
Never to
know.

Knee deep in snow I walk.
Listening to the wind
in the trees,
flying snow
everywhere.
Silent the sound.
Just the rustling
of tree limbs
flying snow.

I walk through the forest
cleansing my my mind.
Squirrels in the trees
chattering at my presence.
Crows in the sky,
not a cloud In the scene.

Further I walk,
heading for the pond.
A Red Fox crosses my path.
Beautiful!

****** snow I plow through.
I float away
in the world that I'm in.

The pond now in sight
I ponder the scene.
Wind whipping the snow
across the pond,
huge snow monsters
I see.


Stepping onto the ice
cracking sounds
can be heard.
I step back,
deciding a better path
I need find.

I return home
to the sounds of the day,
cold and refreshed.

Sitting by the fire,
hot chocoholic In hand.
Reflecting and smiling
at my time in the woods.

Once again my mind takes flight. Looking at all there is to see. Wandering through different times and realities. Following things as perhaps they might be.
Different story lines as far
as any mind's eye can see. Dizzying vistas unfathomable to me, fit for only the creator to see.
Different stories of me float by.
Retreating back to whence I came. Back, nauseous from the flight so unsettling the experience be.
Realizing though how finite our vision with the limited vista that we can see.
Carefully should we truly be with the "truths" as fact expounded in our limited finite reality.

Valley
of the
dark.
From
one rim
to the
next.
Sojourn.
Navigation
from one
side
to the
next.
Fraught
with peril.
Valley
deep,
dark.
Serpents
full.
Journey
fraught
with peril.
No choice.
From one
rim
to the
next.
Mountains
to climb.
Raging
rivers
to cross.
Wild beasts
in profusion.
Once here
no choice.
Lessons
to learn.
Meaning.
Point.
Conquest!
Shield
on arm,
sword
in hand.
Journey
to make.
Success,
to be
determined.