Whether I am on holiday,
in the countryside,
or dashing through
the streets of a city,
I am always on the move
physically, mentally,
emotionally, temporally -
and as I move through space,
I also experience the sensation
of moving through time...
whether I am looking out across the sea
as the sun rises on the horizon,
or while watching the ripples
of the raindrops upon a pond,
I can remember instances
of insight from the past,
as well as feel this instinct
about what awaits to reveal itself
at a point in the future.

Whether I know it, or not,
every time a burst of sunlight
touches my face,
I believe that a message
from another reality of the universe
arrives and instills within me
a fragment of knowledge,
or perhaps a question to be answered
that I had not yet thought to ask...
whether I am looking out my bedroom window at the sky,
or whether I am looking down at the ground
far above the clouds
from my seat as a passenger on a plane,
I find myself able to connect
with something beyond me -
something extraordinary
that feels different from everything
and everyone else around me -
which makes me smile,
remain hopeful,
and never afraid.

Whenever I am using my imagination,
or whenever I am walking around
and I find myself somewhere
I did expect to be,
I am always aware that what
I am drawn to I arrive at
for a reason that I may not
immediately be able to explain -
but one that can definitely be explored...
whenever, wherever,
whatever I have learned about
something, someone, somewhere,
I always retain the most important,
the most inspiring,
the most poetically
meaningful impression of,
and whenever and wherever
I find myself with the luxury
of having the means and the moments
to interpret with words
what came to me originally
like a flash of light
made up of layers of colour,
I always take the time gifted to me
to share the details of what see,
what I know, and what has always
symbolised the one thing
that I have been certain of
since I first watched the sun become eclipsed and then shine once again.

Everything in life has a beginning,
everything in life has an end,
everything is what it is
so that everything and everyone
can remain synchronsly
and symbiotically linked -
more than anything or anyone
could possibly imagine,
or could ever see with their own eyes,
nor without a vision of something
that defies all that we think
we know about life;
however, there are moments when
stars and planets align,
and when those who are attuned
to a higher frequency of perception
are allowed to have a meeting of minds
with whatever, or whomever,
made everything that we know
and so much more than
could ever be dreamed.