Back to Center

Back to Center

You walked down a path.

Took a turn

R

O

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M

S

P

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Walls                                                   shifted

Foundations                s    o      k
                                      h    o
          

                                                

Pushing           you      to         the                                                                   edge

Leviathan

Everything                                             alien

Vaguely familiar

Finally

After Jacobean struggle

Feet on path

Reality returns

Stability

Calm

Order

However

Center has shifted

Never to return

Connected

Connected

Similar

Familiar

Family

Realities

Related

Core

Heart

Foundation

What is the distance between?

Can we see?

Do we know?

Making Meaning: CoHrOdAeSred

CoHrOdAeSred

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I

                        CaTch

PainT                                                                 ewe                             

                                                PaTTern                                               ?

GaTe

                                                                                              Have     

                        FLOAT                                    

                                                                                    STar

!                                                           u

                                    pOinTsisM

                 cents                                                       eye

commune                                                                   

                                                                                                        Kate

Streams and Paths

Streams and Paths: Where Consciousness & Change Meet

Strange situation

Caught in mid-air

Waiting for…

The shoe to drop

The door to close

A window to open

A light to show the way

Dark & secretive

Cocooning

Digging

Burying

Hide the dark away

So that no one sees

No one knows

What is the “right” road?

Does it exist?

Standing at that fork

Looking down those two roads

Their way veiled by the golden woods

Did Frost know?

How could he?

Both were hidden

And if you start out going one way

Can you make another choice after that?

Is it like Sartre said- we can choose

We have the option to be, think,  feel

Try a different path every new day?

Or are we fixed and the further we tread

The heavier our steps

The more entrenched we become

Maybe we walk in free

And we become entangled

Forced onto a path

Until it splits

Divides

Branches out

And we choose anew

Until we come to the end

The destination

The place where we can see everything

The whole map

All the paths

All the ways, blocked or free

And decide if it made all the difference


Link to song by inspired by this piece

Thoughts

Thoughts

 

 

Wondering

                        Pondering

                                                Contemplating

                                                                        Ideas drift by

                                                                                                Like dandelion puffs

Carried here                                                    and there

                        No purpose

                                                No destination

                                                                                    But sometimes…

 

Sometimes they are rapids

Swirling,Rushing,Impossible to catch

 

Or trying to catch a firefly

 

                                    Running after the light

 

                                                                                                            Just out of reach

Like a forbidden cookie jar

S     t     r     e     t     c      h     i     n     g

 

                                                A     l     m     o     s     t

                                                            Not                               Q     u     i      t      e

 

And then…

 

SUCCESS!

Reach the reward                                Grab the light                          touch the idea

 

Or…

 

Failure

You

         F

             A

                  L

                      L                                          r          a        s

                                                The jar B         e         k            Pride is BRUISED

 

Will there be others?

 

Trains                                      Lights                                     Truths

 

 

Look

There                                       one                                          went

Composition

Composition

 

Pen

Fingers

Words into Worlds

Onto the page

Into the World

Can finite contain Infinite?

Crude materials

Strive to mould

Platonic Ideals

                                                Push

                                                Pull

S   t   r   e   t   c   h

Empty hands

Yet…

Residue

of the journey

INSPIRATION

 

 

 

Thank you for the inspiration.

Your gift amazes me.

In the end there are no words.