A photo sits on a shelf
in an empty quiet room
collecting dust
and passing time.
It's a beautiful shot
of a blurred waterfall
deep in a wooded forest
and it sits
nicely framed
a thousand words disappearing into thin air
flowing into the silence of the empty room.
It was a centerpiece
just for a moment;
The spotlight of nature
brightening the mood
of anyone who gazed into its very soul.
But that was some time ago
When the room had many visitors
Some looking for inspiration,
Others surprised at what they found.
Some stayed for years,
Others just passing through.
But as time marches on
and life speeds up
on it's ever quickening pace to find
whatever it is it's looking for...
...this one
beautiful
inspirational
amazing
snapshot in time
frozen time
with its flowing water
frozen as well
sits there
with all it's beauty,
a reminder of what was
(and really, a reminder of still is
and always be
if one looks hard enough
and searches deep enough...)
As the photo sits in a room
on a shelf
nicely framed,
frozen in time
in a room,
a quiet, empty room,
waiting for the next person
to tell it's thousand-word story...
You Were My Star
You were my star.
You were my beacon,
my point of light,
which guided me through the night.
You were my rainbow,
the splash of color
after the storm had passed.
I counted on you.
I looked for you.
I wished upon you.
And one night, you weren't there.
And one day, you weren't there.
And I was lost.
And I sat down.
Bewildered.
Confused.
Where did you go?
Why did you go?
There's nothing but a black sky.
The wind and the waves and the fog
have me paralyzed
paralyed in fear
fear of not knowing where to go
where to look
where to turn.
I wished upon you, star,
and now I wonder where you are.
And so I sleep.
And dream.
A thousand sunrises and a thousand sunsets
invade my dream
blurring night and day and
the present and the past
until I'm just floating in air
alone
surrounded by
nothing
like I'm trapped in a blank canvas
no sound
no breeze
nothing.
It's calm.
It's peaceful.
It's unsettling.
It's just me.
And a single, tiny, bright light.
Getting brighter and brighter
And warmth.
Slowly increasing warmth.
And then I awake.
The sun is shining on my face.
I look around and ask:
Were you my star?
Or was I your light?
Would you have been my rainbow,
if I wasn't your sun?
Was it time for you to go?
Was it time for me to leave?
As the day turns to night
and the night turns to day,
It is time for me to move forward...
You were my beacon,
my point of light,
which guided me through the night.
You were my rainbow,
the splash of color
after the storm had passed.
I counted on you.
I looked for you.
I wished upon you.
And one night, you weren't there.
And one day, you weren't there.
And I was lost.
And I sat down.
Bewildered.
Confused.
Where did you go?
Why did you go?
There's nothing but a black sky.
The wind and the waves and the fog
have me paralyzed
paralyed in fear
fear of not knowing where to go
where to look
where to turn.
I wished upon you, star,
and now I wonder where you are.
And so I sleep.
And dream.
A thousand sunrises and a thousand sunsets
invade my dream
blurring night and day and
the present and the past
until I'm just floating in air
alone
surrounded by
nothing
like I'm trapped in a blank canvas
no sound
no breeze
nothing.
It's calm.
It's peaceful.
It's unsettling.
It's just me.
And a single, tiny, bright light.
Getting brighter and brighter
And warmth.
Slowly increasing warmth.
And then I awake.
The sun is shining on my face.
I look around and ask:
Were you my star?
Or was I your light?
Would you have been my rainbow,
if I wasn't your sun?
Was it time for you to go?
Was it time for me to leave?
As the day turns to night
and the night turns to day,
It is time for me to move forward...
Just A Storyteller
I'm staring at this blank screen...
I know what I want to write,
but I don't know what to write,
and so I write,
write about not writing...
I have a theme -
a broad theme -
like a wide landscape,
wide and exspansive,
and so I put the camera to my face,
and look through the viewfinder.
What do I want to focus on?
Boxed in to a small rectangle.
Searching around,
up, down, left, right,
far away, up close.
Do I want to highlight those mountains over there?
Or that river down there?
Or the single lone tree, stretching upwards towards the clear blue sky?
What lens do I want?
The wide view?
Or a close up?
Do I want everything in focus?
Or do I want to focus in on just one thing?
Yes.
I want all of it.
I want all views.
I want all angles.
I want the mountains and the river and the tree;
Separated and together;
Isolated and intertwined;
Highlighting the individual beauty
and the natural interaction of it all.
And so I turn off my brain
and turn on my soundtrack,
and click (write) (feel) (absorb) (see) (listen) away.
What will be will be.
This is what I see.
This is what I hear.
What do you see?
What do you hear?
Is it the same?
Or is it something different?
Either way and any way,
it's all right,
and it's alright.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
and we all have different eyes;
Different beautiful eyes,
and the truth lies in the collective.
I am just a storyteller,
A thousand words at a time,
And a few written words here and there as well;
And it's all beautiful,
and it's all magical,
and it's all meant to be.
I know what I want to write,
but I don't know what to write,
and so I write,
write about not writing...
I have a theme -
a broad theme -
like a wide landscape,
wide and exspansive,
and so I put the camera to my face,
and look through the viewfinder.
What do I want to focus on?
Boxed in to a small rectangle.
Searching around,
up, down, left, right,
far away, up close.
Do I want to highlight those mountains over there?
Or that river down there?
Or the single lone tree, stretching upwards towards the clear blue sky?
What lens do I want?
The wide view?
Or a close up?
Do I want everything in focus?
Or do I want to focus in on just one thing?
Yes.
I want all of it.
I want all views.
I want all angles.
I want the mountains and the river and the tree;
Separated and together;
Isolated and intertwined;
Highlighting the individual beauty
and the natural interaction of it all.
And so I turn off my brain
and turn on my soundtrack,
and click (write) (feel) (absorb) (see) (listen) away.
What will be will be.
This is what I see.
This is what I hear.
What do you see?
What do you hear?
Is it the same?
Or is it something different?
Either way and any way,
it's all right,
and it's alright.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
and we all have different eyes;
Different beautiful eyes,
and the truth lies in the collective.
I am just a storyteller,
A thousand words at a time,
And a few written words here and there as well;
And it's all beautiful,
and it's all magical,
and it's all meant to be.
Balance
Right
Wrong
Up
Down
High
Low
Long
Short
Short
Tall
East
West
North
South
Day
Night
Fast
Slow
Empty
Full
Clouds
Sun
Sun
Rain
Rain
Snow
Mad
Happy
Happy
Sad
Mean
Nice
Quiet
Loud
Loud
Soft
Soft
Hard
Hard
Easy
Strong
Weak
Old
New
More
Less
Add
Subtract
Multiply
Divide
Stand
Sit
Rise
Fall
Fall
Spring
Summer
Winter
Hot
Cold
Alone
Together
Together
Apart
Dark
Light
Light
Heavy
Deep
Shallow
Closed
Open
Forget
Remember
Listen
Speak
Learn
Teach
Think
React
Heart
Mind
Start
Finish
Asleep
Awake
Accidental
Intentional
Intentional
Random
Included
Omitted
Read
Write
Hello
Goodbye
Goodbye
Hello
Beginning
End
End
Beginning
Concrete
Abstract
Left
Right
Centered
Balanced
Universe.
Spinning
Spinning
Slowly, then faster
and faster and faster and faster
now out of control
and wobbling
and falling
and falling
and
fallen.
Lying on the ground
The world is still spinning above me
But I can't move
I can't function
I can't get control
Control of anything
My mind, my thoughts, my soul
All lying scattered around me
Tossed aside and upside down
I think.
Let me just lay here for a little while
Not sure what to say
I open my mouth to shout and nothing comes out
My eyes are tired, so I close them
The darkness is still spinning
I don't know how I started spinning
or why
or when
and I don't know where I am
except that I'm lying down
eyes closed
not sure if it's day or night
or how long it's been
Let me just lay here for a little while
Not sure what to do
I open my eyes to see and nothing comes into focus
My mind is tired, so I silence it
The darkness is still spinning
Everything is just a blur
A blur of space and time and consciousness
Days and nights
and storms and rains
and winds
pass
Let me just lay here for a little while
Not sure what to do
Let me soak in the rain, and the wind
Let the night wash everything away
until I am left with nothing
nothing at all
nothing at all except my mind
my thoughts
my soul
coming into clarity
coming into view
as the sun rises and the winds calm
and I open my eyes and the skies are clear
and blue
and I stand up
the darkness is gone
the clouds are off in the distance
someone left a note
it says "You are not alone."
I stand up (steadily) and look around
I am alone.
Or am I?
But my mind and my thoughts and my soul are back with me
picked up off the ground
no longer scattered
no longer tossed aside...
...at least for now.
For I still don't know where I am.
But at least I'm standing.
And the path in front of me is clear.
So off I step...
...towards the horizon...
..until the next storm...
Slowly, then faster
and faster and faster and faster
now out of control
and wobbling
and falling
and falling
and
fallen.
Lying on the ground
The world is still spinning above me
But I can't move
I can't function
I can't get control
Control of anything
My mind, my thoughts, my soul
All lying scattered around me
Tossed aside and upside down
I think.
Let me just lay here for a little while
Not sure what to say
I open my mouth to shout and nothing comes out
My eyes are tired, so I close them
The darkness is still spinning
I don't know how I started spinning
or why
or when
and I don't know where I am
except that I'm lying down
eyes closed
not sure if it's day or night
or how long it's been
Let me just lay here for a little while
Not sure what to do
I open my eyes to see and nothing comes into focus
My mind is tired, so I silence it
The darkness is still spinning
Everything is just a blur
A blur of space and time and consciousness
Days and nights
and storms and rains
and winds
pass
Let me just lay here for a little while
Not sure what to do
Let me soak in the rain, and the wind
Let the night wash everything away
until I am left with nothing
nothing at all
nothing at all except my mind
my thoughts
my soul
coming into clarity
coming into view
as the sun rises and the winds calm
and I open my eyes and the skies are clear
and blue
and I stand up
the darkness is gone
the clouds are off in the distance
someone left a note
it says "You are not alone."
I stand up (steadily) and look around
I am alone.
Or am I?
But my mind and my thoughts and my soul are back with me
picked up off the ground
no longer scattered
no longer tossed aside...
...at least for now.
For I still don't know where I am.
But at least I'm standing.
And the path in front of me is clear.
So off I step...
...towards the horizon...
..until the next storm...
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