My eyes are blinded by the shimmer that is the reflecting and swaying of water at pools of calm enlightenment. How ever-changing a surface can be in its natural way when stirred or agitated. It produces patterns that glisten in optimistic playfulness and the mind feel enthusiasm in sprites.

To achieve a conscience as clear as a ponds’, which stays translucent while retaining that still blue even when a pebble is thrown into its centre – that is the goal some being wish to achieve.

The question is how to refine ones touch on the mind in such a way that we do not create crashing waves – instead create bubbles and ripples that caress and compliment.

How do we assess our own states in wholeness and can we ever experience ourselves in our entirety? Does the mind even have the capability to fathom what we are as each moment changes us into yet another upgraded form?

Far in the future we will have meditated until our backbones are stiff and we wield energy to such lengths that we create orbs of light with our hands to usher in ages of might and magic.

In my imagination I hope that in a life ahead I get to launch ice lances and electrify electric eels with the same sort of bolts Zeus used to stifle the ones that were against him.

In how many games do we create from our minds, hope and wish that it could be true – while what is birthed in the mind eventually sees the light? All too often I notice when a thought has reached fruition and I utter it – in speech, in writing and in the rest of the art I dabble in.

Is it too much to hope for magic to be real? We cannot put a finger on it but we believe in true love, destinies, certain occurrences being meant to happen, walking a path set in stone by ourselves at every moment and reality only being capable of functioning in terms of our collective imagination. So what if we changed that?

Of course I am joking, but the wish was there! Maybe we will discover new ways of seeing the world through our childrens’ children – maybe beyond our current perception lies a world that we can only now form with our heads for it to become real!

If only it were that simple…We have to factor in our understanding of the material plane as well as the unknown world of the spirit along with how projections of the future impact time now, and so the list of reasoning for incalculable odds goes on…

But here’s to dreaming! When I die I want to herd unicorns for my princess bride and fight dragons! I wish to cast a snowstorm onto the village somewhere in elfland that laughed at one of my stories.

I dream big and it’s fun!

I’m not being serious, but my point is that the mind is a playground that is nearly untouched at any given moment – what is stopping us from having some joy while we think? So much seriousness in the world and we can’t seem to catch a breath and laugh at what a bounty the world of unseriousness has to offer!

The boundaries are all in feels and knowing someone – now you know this side of me, giggle away =)