of clean lines...

...and arranged thoughts.

it was, one mess after another. everything seemed to be falling apart. slowly, and quite certainly (at least, it felt) the many aspects that make up this life appear to be disintegrating.

oh, the doubts! the anger! the embarassment! the fear! the delusions! the drugs! the alcohol! the women! the moral degeneration!

you name it. then....

.............................................................................................................................................................silence



reflections, after reflections. reinvention after reinvention. as sudden as it went, so did as sudden it came. that's the beautiful thing about life. sometimes, you just have to remain breathing. your life, takes a life of its own.

it was a war. this was no mere scuffle. it was, war. alliances were made, broken. resources dwindled; the people, neglected.
vision versus reality; truth pitted against belief; the mind stood up against the flesh.
it was an epic of great proportion.

but, reason prevailed. rationality returned, justice won. in this time of quietness, the politics of needs and wants resumed. each, bantered and argued. emotions were not constrained, tantrums were thrown around freely. sentiments were launched, monies bought support.

then, ideas flowed...perspectives took shape. ah....finally, the wind blows.

the sail hurriedly sewn together, the hull hastily patched, able seamen hired!
double time, quick time, over time...post haste!
to the sea, to the sea!

only the captain knows. he is the map. he is protected! he is not towed, he is counselled. still, only he knows.

it is sometimes, a blessing not knowing where and what the destination is. it is at times, sufficiently satisfying to simply be moving. the arrangements of the stars, night after night, shall reveal the direction. we may sometime discover the destination even without being told. that in itself, is a treasure to be discovered.
could it be? looks like it...but, that doesn't look anything like,...maybe it's over the other side, around the corner...


clean lines, not straight lines. arranged thoughts, not organised thoughts.

"your perspective of yourself will determine the possibilities you pursue" - mike evans