Spectre

Just before dark
Just before light
Neither daytime
Neither night
Moon a shining
Darkness right
Watch Spectre flicker

An eerie sight.

Tendrils

Ideas like tendrils spread
Sprouting from what seems like nothing
Shooting forth
Running away
But holding on to where they can
So they can grow
And in essence
Become reality

Over the Hills and Far Away

Far over there, way in the distance, is the Land where Dreams Come True. It’s totally unreachable over the sheer drops, jagged cliffs, frozen lakes and live volcanoes. Absolutely no way through from here. The only way to get there is to dream…  or to start creating that land here.

Everything begins here anyway, so why not? Why try to get to an unreachable place, when that place, or an even better one, can be created here with a little thought, imagination, and work?

Dreams are closer than they seem!

Seclusion

Solitude.
Silently serene with Earthy Scents, falling leaves and wind-hushed rustles.
Birdsong by the babbling brook blends rather than distracts.
Shadows lengthen as the Sun sets.
The forest settles.
Seclusion embraces.
And imagination grows.

Through Every Moment

Through turbulence there’s stillness
Through time there’s reflection
Through distance there’s clarity
Through life there’s creation
Through confusion there’s thought
And through every moment there is a new beginning.