Archives for April 2016

Even though the stones of the riverbed were dry, if we went far enough upstream we always found water flowing.

A trickle, at least.

So, returning to explore the same subject, with deeper toying, prying and playing, brings fresh observations and understanding.

New knowledge from old sources.

Close the door on the way out, she said.

He was already in the open air and looking back behind him, saw there was no door.

There never had been.

The air was clear, as were their minds and hearts. 

Soaring above the other birds, I was unaware anyone could not fly. 

One day I find one, standing on a rock above the treeline.

I became a teacher. 

I taught.

We communicated and connected.

Everybody learned.

That smile. 

Long time ago, they said.

Before the coffee turned weak and the clocks poured water.

There is a time which is now.

There is a time that will be now.

But we are all proving it otherwise. 

We progress.

There’s no place like Coffee Mountain they had told me in Whiskeyville.

I thought I was looking for truth, but instead I found the answer.

This ain’t no song boys.

I’m just a dancer.