Fall, 1996 continued.

Okay here is another one, in this case the editing was less substantial. This piece I would like to come back to and add a bit at some point, maybe in another decade.


I see myself at dusk, beside a peaceful lake and know that there is wonder in the world. The lake breathes. The twilight stars glowing down from the sky reveal a truer reflection of self upon the waters. A soft breeze is felt on my back more then heard, and I am aware of being alone beside this silent water. There is a silent strength found in the solitude of this place. There is a feeling of being a part of this place, a peaceful tranquility that flows into me as the water flows into itself. Alone, but not loneliness here, rather a certain joy of being a part of the natural world, the wind, the water, and everything that is swimming through it, is a part of me, and I am a part of it.

I see myself at dusk, beside a peaceful lake, and know that I can make all my dreams come true, I am assured of this. I see myself as few can see me, not from the outside in, but from the inside looking out, with the realization that all that around me is a part of what I am. I feel, think, breathe, speak, and am aware how simple all these things are, realize my own simplicity. The water moves flows with the same fluid motion that carried thoughts, and the wind is the same breathe that fills my lungs, that carries it across my vocal cords as I speak.

I see myself at dusk, beside a peaceful lake, and itÂ’s about time to jump in, dive deep into the currents and be carried away by the tide. To be moved by waters that been flowing far longer then I have the capacity to conceive of.

I see myself at dusk, beside a peaceful lake, looking out into the sky, searching for the stars I've wished upon for years, thinking of all the wishes that have come true, and laughing at the foolishness of many of them