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The rain-soaked pavement shines and reflects like a mirror;
the infinite water-drops fall slowly without a sound;
the sky looks as if it is one giant grey cloud;
the wind blowing makes the trees shiver;
the people walking around are as wet as the ground;
people keep moving, the Earth keeps spinning,
life keeps growing and revitalizing-
as does everything,
and I see the evidence everywhere I look around this town.

Things start off slow at first
and then get faster and more intense with every passing moment;
the best of things take time to build;
answers to questions sometimes feel like they are coming from far-away,
like a reply to a letter that you sent;
there are lots of things to treasure and love
about living in the blessed places of this beautiful world.

The city looks like a photograph I once saw in an art gallery;
the misty countryside looks like something out of a dream;
the colourful umbrellas being held above people’s heads
bring back different, and yet connected, memories;
the air is so pure and potent to my senses-
my ears hear only music, my tongue tastes only clarity,
my nose smells only the fragrance of nature,
my eyes see things and make them seem brand new and never before seen.

The world outside through the window
looks like a moving piece of art;
the feeling inside, where it is warm and dry, is cozy;
the character of things is accentuated,
and details hit you like a dart;
the place where you want to be
becomes all that you can think about, and want for,
and you know that who you are when you are there
is you being you only.

When the roads are a river;
when the parks and the benches of open spaces are vacant;
when the way you think and feel change because of the weather;
when you can do something you want to,
but other things you simply can’t;
when life demands that you take a breath, keep calm,
be a fighter, be at rest, soldier on, take it easy,
see order and beauty in chaos,
and look and appreciate everything you see-
like the world and the rain creating a wonderful,
real, dynamic, deep, and rich, constantly-changing,
watercolour.

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When you are in your own world
and you need a little ‘pick me up’
there is no more powerful motivator
and instigator and reason to nod your head,
to tap your foot, and move your body to the beat,
to the music, and to the words of a great song,
your favourite song, your happy song,
and you can always tell when someone has found that song
and is listening to it and is being controlled by it
every time with the sight of a smile
and the feeling that you get from a look.

Whether in a club, or in a pub,
in a cafe, or while taking part in a game that you play-
that one song can be like nothing else on Earth,
and can truly sing and speak to your heart;
that one song can get you through a bad time in your life,
and can touch you deeply,
because its meaning and importance is so sharp.

That one song can make you smile;
that one song can make you cry;
that one song can make you keep pressing redial;
that one song can take you higher than high.
That one song can take your breath away;
that one song can make you shout;
that one song you can be singing to yourself all day;
that one song can make you melt.

There are songs that are special and unique for a reason;
there are songs that are constantly played and replayed
until they literally become a part of the public consciousness;
there are songs that are for a life-time and not just for a season;
there are songs that are better than all the rest.
There are songs that get you through a grueling work day;
there are songs that help you to drift off to sleep;
there are songs that carry you all the way;
there are songs that you will always love,
and the lyrics of which you will always keep.

Music is a phenomenal gift that should never be taken for granted;
music can be your passion, your love, your salvation,
your place to go to when something is wrong.
That one song, that one piece of music can be poetry to the ears,
to the mind, and to all of your senses,
and its place in your life can grow like a tree
that begins its life the very second
that it is touched by that first drop of water
at almost the instant after it is planted-
and that is why every song, especially our favourite songs,
should be cherished and remembered,
and that way they will forever be our song.

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Opening and closing our eyes.
Inhaling and exhaling.
Watching and feeling our chest rise and fall.
Stretching and reaching for daylight.
Looking at the clock and blinking,
and accidentally losing track of the time.
Lying in bed, turning and stepping out,
and touching the floor of our bedroom with our feet.
Remembering that there is this thing called “gravity”
that keeps us all in-line and walking and standing fine.
Thinking and wondering what the new day has in store.
Doing what you do, as you paddle out to the sea
that is the outside world and leave the bed
that is your island of tranquility shore.

Feeling your mind racing.
Slowly building from a crawl to a run.
Feeling your senses interlacing.
Leaving your house at the velocity of the speed of sound,
like a bullet from a gun.
Chasing a dream.
Hoping for evidence of the unseen.
Seizing every moment of every second,
like riding the energy of a bolt of lightning.
Meaning every word that you say and never holding back
is something that we can’t all do sometimes-
even the sun in the sky is sometimes obscured by cloud,
which stops its rays from shining.

Being where you need to be.
Being with who you need and are meant to be with.
Seeing the things you need to see.
Seeing everything for what it is: a gift.
Remixing the old with the new in your own mind,
and in your daily life.
Fixing the broken as best that you can.
Masking you occasional reactions
with the expressions that people know you by.
Amassing connections that all fit together
to realise the picture of your well-meant and best-laid plans.

Showing yourself for who you are.
Laughing and joking at the unexpected.
Relaxing and shining effortlessly like a star.
Leading, as well as being led.
Standing exposed.
Running for cover.
Making the most of what was chose.
Enjoying every thing about being the road runner.

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What matters to you? And why?
Who matters to you?
What makes you feel the most?
Who always makes you cry?

If there were one book in the entire world
that could sum you up, which one would you choose?
Is there one film, one television show, one play,
that your passion and knowledge of says the most about you?

Is there a place that if it were not called what it is
it would have your name written all over it?
Is there a thing of your own making,
something that you had a part in creating,
that is a thing and a word to you
akin to that of magic?
Is there a place that you will always call your home?
Is there a face that will always be your idea
and example of perfection?

Is there someone who could never be cloned?
Is there something that you have seen
that you think a lot about and always stands or sits
within each and every reflection?

What matters to me is what I see,
what matters to me is what I feel,
what matters to me is a person, a look, a lock, a key,
what matters to me is a true secret that will never be revealed;
what matters to me is sharing every second of the human
and living experience,
what matters to me is a question, a road, an iris on and of
the infinite and complex cosmic and meaningful life
that we are all a part of,
what matters to me is what matters to everyone
who is able to use their senses and feel a presence,
what matters to me can’t ever be explained inside or around you
in the ground below or even circling the stars above.

Questioning is not a bad thing.
Answers are not everything.
The prize that is life is something that if you want the most of
you truly have to work for every thing in it
and you have to look up and down and around
while you concentrate on the steps that you take
and the rungs that you climb like those of a long and tall ladder.

Take every step as they come.
Embrace every thing that is unexpected.
Be glad for what you have got, not what you haven’t.
Make the most of everything,
be grateful for all that matters,
because in the end that is all that matters.

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What a world of wonder we now live in!
What a world of will, life has always been!
What a world of whispers echo between sunlight and starlight!
What a world of waves, weaves, warmth, and wealth,
of whatever anyone can put their mind to,
can set the mind of others alight!

Humanity has been capable of achieving so much in our time on Earth,
and at no greater, or more profound, time than right now;
every person on planet Earth can pick out something
that someone outstanding has done, or achieved-
look at it, be inspired by it, take it in their hands,
and say in silence, or out-loud: “Oh wow!”

What a universe all life has at their touch;
but one which they, we, have only just scratched the surface;
what a universe of unlimited beauty, expressed in ways
humanity’s five senses are at this point incapable of conceptualizing-
because if we could, our tears would be set on fire,
and we would turn the oceans of the Earth into a furnace.

Humanity will one day take flight into The Milky Way
in ways thus far only dreamers of tomorrow, writers, artists-
people of deep thought, who can see and feel
the many strands of life simultaneously-
have imagined, illustrated, and shown us all how.
Whether one day with technology of own invention,
or a confluence of ideals, ideas,
and of well-being for all of humanity,
while we are all still sun-bound-
there will come a day when humanity will be seen
for who, and for what, we are;
and the observation that will be made will be: “Oh wow!”

In memory of Steve Jobs

Sunlight streams in through my bedroom window,
the sky above is the colour of a new-born baby’s eyes,
there is a kinetic energy, and yet a stillness, all-around-
as a new day begins, with mercury on the rise.

Outside, in the warmth of the morning,
the smell of freshly mowed grass pervades through the air-
exciting every one of my senses, invigorating my perception,
and standing on-end every hair.

I adore the first thoughts that dawn on me,
I cannot wait to imagine, and dream about the events of the day
that have yet to take place-
I have never been able to restrain myself
from waking up before everyone else around me,
embracing the present, and what is yet to come,
and rejoining in all that connects and aligns
the chase of light that is the human race.

Everyone whom I have ever met, and everyone who I meet,
intrigue me, amuse me, inspire, and amaze me-
all for many different reasons,
and all in ways that I wish I could share in all their glory
and allow others to feel them as I do,
like they feel the midday heat.

I love seeing the fusion of two friends
who not only enjoy the company of one another,
but who wake up everyday thinking about their coupling-
husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends,
best friends, close friends- sole-mates,
who have the world when they have each other,
who share a gift between them more precious
than the feather from an Angels wing.

I love seeing the coming together of families,
especially on an autumn Indian Summers Day like today-
their is just something special about an amazing,
blue-sky blessed, beautiful, sun-soaked,
laughter-filled, memory-making, enriching day-
when life, love, and nature, bond and are in full-display.

Whether it be the sight of the shimmering starlight of our sun
as seen from the ocean floor of the Mediterranean,
or the feeling of sharing a perfect moment in time
in the cool water of a fountain-
these are moments that can never be remade, rehearsed,
moments to be reminded of always, but never unduly-
moments of importance and meaning that are always heralded by
the rise of mercury.

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