Walking

The day has grown grey as the storm moves in. For some reason the bright day is depressing in a way. Light shines and like a snake I just want to bath in the heat, course as a child of the night the brightness hurts at times.

The grey clouds slowly turn dark, the wind howls around and then like death springing upon it's prey, a lightning bolt. The smile makes creases alone the face that hardly ever smiles, and something inside snaps. A giggle starts to form like an insanity that can not be contained. The stronger the lightning, the faster the wind, the less control over the euphoria that is forming.

Unlike many people I love a storm, and unlike those that do enjoy the rain, I become euphoric and childlike in my insane laughter, my taunting of the storm for bigger bolts of the blue lines, for more fierce winds that would push people down. And rain the glorious essence that brings life's blood to all creatures.

The lightning clears lands, starts fires, but is that not natural in order to clear a place for the next generation of earthly forests? Is it not the purpose of a storm in the end to bring about new life? This destruction and mayhem brings with it an adrenaline rush as well.

Up and down I jump, like a little kid at Christmas. The stronger it becomes the more awake and alive I feel. The possibility of playing with a tornado, or playing games with a flood, just brings my mentality to a totally completed nirvana.

The day I day I think I would like it to storm, I would love and appreciate it if this world sends me off with a little of what I loved so much in this world. A storm, but not just any storm, I would like to sit there on my death bead and witness a perfect storm, a storm that was given to me by the planet I have loved so much.

If you cut the human element this world is really a great place to live upon. It has fantastic light shows, dark days, bright nights, and on occasion can bring a smile to the face of a person that rarely smiles. For that reason alone I must say I appreciate the earth's storms and disasters. One man's disaster is another mans dream as it was to be said.

Thank You all. Tonight I have taken some sleeping medicine. So I should be off for now.

Stonework *Dao*

Life provides many steps like those made of stone. The master states that life is like a stone. Walk on it and let rain hit it and without proper care the rock will erode and become that of a pebble. Rock is hard but with the slightest touch over time the rock will become smooth and will become small in size.

Each thing in life takes time, and care to be present, like maintaining a stone walk way. Sweep it wash it, and dry it. Never water a stone at night for the sun is not there to dry it. Truth is water expands whatever it touches if only by a slight amount. The expansion with pressure can cause the rock to break, however to dry of a rock will also cause a rock to crack.

I guess life is somewhat like a rock. If your too careful the dry life will crack, and if your not careful enough then life will break. I have never really considered myself to be a good looking fellow, nor a strong gentleman, but I guess that is a way I see myself. In reality I wear away the edges of the rock by being too careful.

One stone a mountain you have not, but many many pebbles can become a mountain. A boulder in the middle of the river can be moved by the current given time. When a person thinks of stone they think stability and fortitude, but any mountain person that has climbed or lived in mountains know that stones are not always secure. In fact stones can be quite the opposite, they can move under your feet, or slide around.

Things are not always what they seem, and occasionally people forget that in their observations. Why bring up stone works, and observations. Well a path laid out should be built with stone on top of water. Giving you the stability of the rock and yet the free flowing of motion from the water. Never forgetting that in observations that things can be quite the opposite from what they appear to be.

Everything has a yin side and a yang side, but most people see one side and ignores the other. Their observations are clouded in a haze of prejudgment. A decision they made up through emotional ties wrapped up from past experiences, and sometimes rightfully so. The pain of loosing love can hurt worse than never having love again.

I have laid a path before me, and while this path is made of stone some careful steps need to be performed to allow fluidity to flourish as well. The plan is simple really, plus it gives the joys of both yin and yang. The plan has the fluidity of being with a person or without. Allowing peace of mind while giving me the ability to engage my mind at will, instead of always having my mind engaged.

Looking up at the galaxy during my vacation, I realized that compared to the things in this universe I am but a small pebble looking for the right beach and the right pebbles to call home. I am a pebble being swept by a current that I can only nudge in a direction. A tidal force being the propulsion of my way. I do not have to be great or grand, or even smart or funny. I just have to be a pebble and let the tidal force plant me where I am to be for the time being. Being content with where I am and what I have been given by the river of time, the river of fate.

Compared to a star I am just a grain of sand on a little blue planet. A beautiful blue and green planet. Being small and realizing I am small is humbling, and to be honest I am fine with being a small spec of sand, hidden in the background that people do not see, only ones that see the light from this pebble are those that look. I am fine with knowing there are few out there that can acknowledge this pebble, and that enjoy having this pebble around.

Just background noise for all others, a piece of dirt nothing special, but in the dirt you occasionally find gold, and only those that look at the dirt will find it. Those that go on by and say, nothing special about that it is just a piece of dirt, will pass a gold nugget without realizing it.

My lesson for today. We are small compared to the view of the galaxy. We observe humanity with emotions and prejudge things instead of looking for the good in people. If you never find out what is beneath the surface you may never find the finer things of a person.