As I look out of my window
at the blinding white light of the sun
shining upon the white clouds below me,
once again my imagination
becomes enlightened and enlivened
to such a degree that I could
almost make myself believe that I could
step off the jet plane that I am travelling in
and sit upon one of the wings -
because the experience of travelling
fast, and at a high altitude,
always makes the thoughts of
my already deep and overactive mind
feel so free that it is sometimes impossible
to not express the joy of being inspired
that has never stopped burning within me…
as I have journeyed through the world
and as I have experienced waking moments
of clarity, excitement, and fulfilment,
I have also experienced dreamlike
waves of creativity that are so powerful
and sometimes so intense that
it has been hard for me to keep
straight in my mind what is real
and what it fantasy -
because both states of being
sometimes feel familiar, indistinguishable,
and like one and the same.

Since childhood I have been able to see
and to recognise magical moments
whenever I have seen them,
when I have felt them,
and whenever I have heard them
within the melody of the lyrics of a song…
since I was a child I have never been able
to switch off the connection that I feel
to the world around me,
nor the instinct that I am capable
of communing with a higher form of consciousness -
including the one that I feel emanating from nature
every moment of every day -
as well as a more perceptive aspect
of my own personality which can
immediately clear any confusion
and potential fog of the mind.

I believe that my heart and my soul
are intertwined with the overriding
destiny of my life that influences me
and has been the reason
why I have done what I have done,
why I have been where I have been,
and why I have felt so many emotional
connections with so many people -
from which I have always found
love, affection, intimacy, and inspiration,
however sometimes only for instances
of time that the memory of them
soon became as incomprehensible
and as indiscernible as that of an echo…
everything that was always supposed 
to happen has happened,
everything that was always supposed
to be written has been written,
everything that was always supposed
to have an end has ended,
and everything that has given me
so much for as long as I can remember
continues to be a constant in my life -
including those things and those presences
which have transformed into something more
ethereal, meaningful, interesting,
and sometimes too complicated
and too complex to describe
even by using the words used by those
who can see figures in the clouds
and the infinite potential and possibilities
of the universe that reverberate
like a silent voice amongst the dark dimensions
and distances that lie between the stars.