Time

[William Garza]

The Soul it seems..has grown jealous of the solitude and peaceable meander
Petulant and recidivist..keeps returning...at least in imagination to the road.
Landlocked and salty...cries out for magic in the air,for...dancing in the light.
Knows where yonder beacon points..and of the vasty sea between it and beginnings
Meanderings
And endings...inevitably
Unrequited.

Over and again...over
Finality is not destiny
Over and over ...thinkings
Over..again over... and somehow not done.

I am...out there...
I am here and a damnable duality it is

Wanders lust..and lost among the sea of faces in uncouth and rough language speakes,..so yea went on a traipes didyea?
Unbeknownst to you Pilgrim...that little waking walk was only the first step

Freedom sings and drowns out miriad gnat and fly of everyday...the pestilence of the ordinary.

Take you pilgrim
The road less traveled..before soul grows wearied and worn
Torn....and useless in old age
Where faint whispers upon bland wind brings tears in the hours between the hours...winters fingers massage
A message
Life is not practice
Cold tear for the fading dream
Going going..........
Gone

Pilgrim at the door...
Its time.
Off you go!

 

[HedaP]

Once again you are right, William. There’s a certain sweetness in having walked a pilgrimage. The memories last forever and the blessings...who knows?

 

[William Garza]

I have wondered

Is the blessing a waking?

Or a curse...because of seeing whats beyond the..Mear-ness and treading in that dawn.

Once having tasted the flesh of that fruit are we to be the same mortal souls we were a moment..a day ...all those miles away available onto the instant of recall?

Knowlege..whether coal or diamond in the deepness of a persons soul

For me it is ever both
Diamond
Coal
and not What i choose to recall..but How.

Regret is a sinfull thing..corrosive for some..a dirt filled wind on the face that blinds the eye,stains the soul and looms over like a shadow.

Joy onto those who turned and walked out onto the Way.....
Changed forever
Lucky few you are who said...Here..Here...I am to that messenger deep inside

All roads go somewhere
No road goes nowhere
Heda
What roads you must have taken!

 

[yaying]

oh dear... how come a blessing is a curse?
We may be blinded by a course...

Regret is not an end, as some got stained not by their own intend.
Be hurt of your blinded eye, but remember not to lose your vision.

If that road goes nowhere, be excited & wander...

 

[t2andreo]

My head hurts!!!

 

[yaying]

@t2andreo oh my... wish ur heart full of wanders in excite!

 

[HedaP]

I don’t regret any of those roads just wish I’d taken more.

 

[William Garza]

No headaches allowed
Sigue Caminando!