I wonder more and more each day as to the real meaning in life... Is this merry-go-round of a life ever going to make sense? Aha!... I am aware that the more I seem detached from all things which surround me - I am somehow becoming more aware...
I am aware of a faint breeze blowing the grass into a frenzy of hurricane proportions... for an ant! The drip, drip, drip of the leaky faucet, suddenly sounds like an amazon down pour I remember - as a kid. The small ray of sunlight peeking through the cracks in the window shades, reminds me of that blinding light of a summer day on the Mohave wind swept dunes I love to hate.
Why I feel this way now at this time and at this point in my life I cannot really tell. But in the rustling grass I hear the Spirit of another time passing by... The moments are fleeting and yet it is these moments which make up our long anticipated, made-up lives which when you actually think about it, are made up of these little glimpses into a mirage in time which tells us more in a moment of introspection - than all the textbooks we ever read in school.
Life! It happens to us when we least expect it... When we are just gazing into the misty haze of the ocean's waves. More than words can say... It's good to be back!
