Radiant blast of fury and fire.
Mixed and hid inside like uranium in iron.
Wild boy dreams and finds, Nirvana in art.
The art of words, the sculpture made with hands. The music of those dead too young.
A briar wood pipe carved with care.
A smoke of Cavendish hovers in the air, like a phantom.
Mind free, purpose pure.
Perfect peace inside a volcano.

Somehow I forgot how to do now.
I live between the golden hazed days of the past and fluorescent dreams of the future.
I watch now happen, but I’m far away.
Where, I don’t know. I forgot how to do now.

The Earth is an aquarium in which we live
reality so sure that it leaks like a sieve.

We understand what we can see touch and feel, but other matters seem so unreal.

Thousands of years we have run around, but not even one footprint on Mars can be found.

We are trapped here from birth until the end of our days, to run like rats in this furious maze.

Death comes to all who are part of this race. It is the great collision between reality and faith.

A thousand golden rays shimmer and dance on the water.
Old man river sings a peaceful song.
My feet soak in the blessing.
A warm breeze touched with wild peppermint soothes my soul.
My blue eyed girl smiles as she holds a baby frog.
My heart is full. I am happy.

My mind is quiet.
I stand on top of a perfect tranquil sea. The borders extend to eternity. The limitless blue is quiet.

My mind is quiet.
I stand on top of a perfect tranquil sea. A powerful red hand grabs hold of me. The water boils and great waves rise. The intensity is deafening. Hurricane winds blow in a fierce garnet sky. Anger’s face explodes from the depths like Poseidon with a war cry. We fight for the prize. I win there is tranquility again.

My mind is quiet.
I stand on top of a perfect tranquil sea. A warm gentle wind encompasses me. I understand it’s power as I am lifted high on its wings of excellent delight. I feel great! I see Happy’s wonderful shinning smile. I never want it to end, but I know that we too must wrestle. I win and the sea has tranquility again.

My mind is quiet.
I stand on top of a perfect tranquil sea. A cold blue arm grabs all of me. Massive dark clouds drop tears from the sky. I’m pulled into the depths and I start to cry. I see sadness. Such a beautiful pale face. We grab each other and struggle to win this race. Strangely I feel like giving in. But I fight, and I win. There are tranquil seas again.

My mind is quiet.
I stand on top of a perfect tranquil sea. I know that emotions will come to battle me. The waves will rise and the winds may howl, but I know I’ll get along somehow. You see, the balance of these tensions produces tranquility. Without these forces both small and great there would be no contentment to celebrate. My mind is quiet, for now.

In line I find minutes are hours
Years are eternity.
In line I find friends laughing, sun shining, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, parents and grandparents around me eating chocolate birthday cake and homemade ice cream.
In line I find summer turns to fall and I walk to school with my metal Star Wars lunch pail.
In line I find time is not so slow as I walk across the stage with cheers for high school graduation.
In line I find the ups and downs and whirlwind of dreams, career, marriage, homes, vacations, friends, family spinning as time slips into the future. 40 just a number.
In line I find success and failure, pain and peace. I have more scars but more depth. More meaning and more love.
In line I find that many in front of me are gone. I wish I could have just one more dinner or phone call. The sounds of the children behind me keep me marching on.
In line I find that I can see the passing of time before it happens. I can speed it up or slow it down before it comes. It comes and passes so rapidly.
In line I wait for what must come, my time. My turn at the end of the line.