I sat on the beach and absorbed the wind as it came skipping off the water. It was very moody tonight, it came first straight in and brought a soft chill then it swept around from the side and carried the sand to my eyes and warmth from the day of soaking up the sun deep in it's belly.
So getting comfortable was becoming a challange, I finally lay back and I slowly wiggle into the sand my own special imprint and look at the clouds as they seem in such a hurry to race across the silent night sky.
I let my mind go, freely wondering through time and space, to see where it might go. Unattended by direction it takes me back to Colorado to friends that meant so much to me and a time when laughter was a slang word and art rules the night at a local diner. A time of deep conversations and encouragement and playing with flexable erasers and empty creamer cups.
I pleaded to see a vision of happiness but from the paper and pencil monster from the sea appears.
I am amazed at the detail and the skill but still perplexed by the motive and the programing that could cause such darkness to exist in such a talented mind and hand of skill.
Then a glimmer of hope comes in the form of an angel holding a child in her arms. I too am in a transition stage. I am searching for a relief of my talents and expressions. I am determined to succeed and I have the will of many to keep my head high and allow no fear or discouraging thought enter and reside with me for an extended time.
Still there seems to be a joy and a feeling of compassion and friendship that envelops me. I wonder if judgement can remain as distant as the stars are tonight. And if problems will pass as fast as the clouds and leave a future as bright as the moon that looks back into my eyes tonight?
Where do we look? If we could travel the world and see the hunger and the pain of millions. Or if we could see the splendid makings of man in other parts of the world and how they too look for the need to be complete. Where do we find true hope? In far away lands, or on our own sea shore? Do we travel to distant lands to excape or to learn? Do we look far away only to overlook the anwser deep within our own souls?
When we bond with a friend, do we need to see his face each day to feel his pain, or remember his or her smile? Can we hear their voice in our mind and thus connect in a new and special way? Deep within the heart of each person there is a glowing that will last forever. It will either remain silent or anwser our call and rage a war against all the foes that confront us.
We somehow we must remember the happiness and the joy to becon it's name. Because it comes to the aid of a joyful soul and dare not linger with the down hearted. I see a white wave glimmer in the moonlight as I gaze out over the sea. And I hear a call to conquer and never give in to sadness or lonliness. But it seems that there is a connection that must be made. A knowing that others are ok, that they too have the drive and desire to persist and fight. That they are happy and they are making their way through the crashing of the seas of time and the fear of the unknown. That they will fight and pull together in a bond that will insure success to them and a thus a smile deep in my heart.
And if the waves would just tell me how, yes they would somehow find a way to help me say the things in a way that would bring up from my friends a treasure from the depths of their souls. A treasure, like the ones that sit in solitude at the bottom of the sea. Why would they not share their wisdom and the feeling that they have or give a sign make me see what to say?
Why can a feeling be so great yet loose it's power when only shared by one?
And that one, can but desire that others could feel it and use it to move forward. So now I stand and bid the sea, wind and sand good night. I turn and see the lights of town, screaming "Come on back, let us get you down!" But I know they won't, though they will try, because I have the visions of my freinds, deep in my mind and watering eyes. And as I gaze over my shoulder...I see the needed sign....
People usually find what they are looking for, If you look for beauty you will find it..If you look for a conspiracy that is what you will find
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