So many things coming and going. So much new, so few old.
Why does the warmth of love grow cold? Is it something that is unavoidable? Why can’t I go on loving for lovings sake, for gods sake? Change is the only constant, but does everything have to end?

I need to move on, and get through this valley and get to the top of that mountain so I can see clearly again, so I can be me again, where the sky touches the earth. Where my dreams and waking consciousness are one, where my worries are far below and I won’t have to be alone. There’s no easy way up, unless you know the right person that can lead you to the path of least resistance. It may not be the strait and narrow, It may not be the path that is well worn and familiar but it is the path that is well worth the effort. The things that will be seen and heard will add a whole new level of appreciation for beauty, as well as a new appreciation for the coarse. The perfection of imperfection. What would we do if we could find no fault? Would that be where we stop? Is that where it ends, or would we continue looking for something more? That more that we describe as god, as light, as love.

At the bottom of the valley of darkness, the sun cannot penetrate the veil of forgetfulness, but as we ascend the steep slope to the sky the tree’s and the air get thinner allowing thoughts to flow more freely. We begin to see the shadows of people in our lives; they try to lead us away from the light that they now block out, feeling its energy and fearing it to be too powerful and therefore threatening to their existence. Further up the hill these shadows take on a new form; instead of black and white, colors, shapes and shades enlighten the path. Instead of blocking the light, these forms choose to bend it and share it, by letting it shine through.

At the peak of the mountain, everything lies beneath, everything is in view, everything is taken into account and the energy of all the experiences flow through us, lighting our world and giving it color, giving it sound, smell, taste and a feeling of accomplishment. So, what do we do from here? From this view we certainly can see the rest of the range that we are only one part of. The question is, do we leave the peak that we’ve spent so much time and effort in reaching in hopes of a higher and brighter future, but risk getting lost in the wild and shadow, or do we stay and appreciate what is here and now and let things be?

I’m wandering through the woods of twilight, adding new and exciting adventures to my already full life. I believe I’ve made it to the top at some point but I left to find a higher peak. Like waves on a beach, I’ve been pulled back to the open blue and now I’m riding the current in search of new shores, to crawl to walk to run and explore. I’m trying to expand my horizons. my only fear is that I’ll forget what it is that was so important to me in the beginning. Life, light and love. If it weren’t for these things, why would I want to move from where I am? To be damned; to forget and be forgotten, that is what I’m afraid of.