No no, turn every stone to find what is really there.

Look at yourself and see Your Perception shape its unsettling form.. Take a Breath.

The Book of Moments turns; the ever changing Tides of Time sweeps across your Existence. All you Know is stripped Naked; licked away by a Devil's Tongue. That Moment of Complete Destruction, your Heart WILL be Seduced to find a rhythm because it searches for its Cause; The Cravings of your Soul WILL bring you to a Point of Light because your Soul crave Purpose; the Yearning of your Spirit WILL enwrap you to Choose because you are.. Alive.

And the Fire inside you burns your Soul, Sensually shockwaves you to Breathe, to See. And you will Crave to taste it, find yourself Consciously grabbing at it, and have it melt into your skin..

A Fire that Unfolds You..

Ferociously ...

And in that Moment you will Surrender to its seducing Nature, carried through to the Law of Universal Nature. For we Rise and Fall and Rise again. Tempered, Brought Alive by the Privation we entered our Lives with, and by the Intent behind each breath taken and lost. The Question why we are here brings new tastes to our Minds, nuances of colors are suddenly alot brighter and the emotional reaction comes showering over us because when all is stripped naked, it is all so easy to see.

When we watch what we have done and how we have carried about our minutes and hours in our Pasts, we can see that where we stand now, is a familiar kind of place. We're not back on step one, but we are brought to yet another stand. It is Time to Choose again between Life and Death.

The Void is filled with Something.

That Life isn't you, nor what you have in your Immediate surroundings is Life. It is what every Closed Sacret Moment contains; the Touches of Life Times. You can see it Everywhere; in the veins of leaves, or the dance of falling feathers. It's Burning in the core of Ice; Freezing images in Flows of Flames. In the Crying laughter; the Sounds of Silence. Faces in the phases of Tides; Sweeping our Strands of Life clean of Memories, yet.. It still always remains Breathing.. That, is Life.

I would Love to show you the Depth of Mirrors (people/places/choices/yourself/perceptions/opinions) and the Multi-layered Windows (society/upbringings) that you believe you See through. What if I told you; that between the glasses of a window, a whole World (paths/possibilities/probabilities) is residing; seemingly stuck yet.. Its See-Through Bermuda-Triangle-like Existence still makes sense. Its gates are Open for anyone to See, its path Wide enough for anyone to Walk. You just still remain with Eyes wide shut until you Fall, and Rise. The Mirrors show you the effect of your Choices.

Your Chosen Reality

If you Rest your Eyes on its Surface; not only does it Dance in Motion, it Breathes through you. It pulls you in; bring itself Through you and over you. Wraps you up by pulling the veil from your eyes. And if you Look a little further; someone/something will Look back at you. Say "smile" and.. Smile. Count yourself Lucky to be rebuilding your Wings. Count yourself Honored to be Watched. You will soon Know why.

In every trunk of a Tree lies the Soul of One or Another; intertwining like love making threads of Forever; and you can feel it shiver if you place your hands on the trunk and close your Eyes. It Vibrates to Forgotten Times and those to come; Breathing with Renewed Recollection of Mystery.

While believing we See it Completely; it grows Beyond its frame before our eyes; branches reaching further than the Sky; the roots deeper than the dirt.

Reach as the branches; .. Further than your own Frame. Perception only takes you so far, anyway. Root yourself in the Evergoing Observance and Trust the Eyes to See. Are you Not the Mirror, are you not the Window? Are you not the Tree, the leaves, the waves.. the feathers? What made you Less than the Air that sustains you, less than the Evergoing Tides of Time?

If you Watch a Dance, do you Dance or do you Merely Watch it?
Do you Dance, or Watch, or do you Become the Resonance of Vibration; of the Subtle Sound of Soul?

Understand the Nature of Being;

Become the Watching Watcher;

and Watch yourself Unfold.

Come Alive for Real

Skye