Each snowflake, like each human being is unique. |
5 Mulk 163 B.E. – Sunday, February 11, 2007 “It’s not too late to be what you might have been.” Alison Teal Midnight Thoughts I’m floating somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow. I’m free falling through the cold hydrogen of interstellar space without a space suit, an oxygen masks or a destination. I’m tumbling head over heals into the future, catching random glimpses of stars and planet, moons and asteroids, comets with their icy tails stretched behind them. "He who hesitates is a damned fool." Mae West Morning Thoughts I’m floating orbiting a planet teaming with possibilities. The planet’s star is casting a bright shadows across my future. On the planet below there is a secret hidden in the jungles of verdant desire. Fear crawls into my belly making a tight knot in my guts, echoes out of my past reverberate through my mind. Future possibilities and past dreams copulate creating a new present. Descending into the atmosphere, procrastination and hesitation burn becoming smoke and ashes. Faith crackles in my ears, as I fall toward a sapphire ocean, rebirth closes the door to yesterday and rips the curtain from the portal of tomorrow; I live in the eternal now, unhaunted by what was or what will be. |