Random Stirrings of The Mind.

This hit lower than most, but oh well. It comes at a time when snowdrops regal the cold winter weather outside. Stepping out calls for a hot mug of anything warm; from boiled wine to scouring out for heated-musty ruin pubs full of glazed-eyed partygoers swinging to the tune of anything that thaws out the bone. The day has ended, everyone is in a festive mood, hallways are empty and shops did close early. All he sees are heavily draped silhouettes of hunched people walking briskly to wherever their needs are. Like life, this day is a reflection of itself; an epilogue summarily drafted upon the mercies of the heavens. We wake, we walk, and we rest; like commas that interrupt words, a chance to catch a breath, we trip, we fall. others rise and dust off the worries. Some don't make it; full stops those ones. Bad news does sip into the constantness of life occasionally, and amidst those storms, we break, heal and wear scars like the kings and queens that we are. Some fights we choose to...

We all have seen pieces of us in other people's eyes. Little twinkles of shinny good and random excerpts of telltale ills. Words amount to many weights, but those unsaid carry the most of truths.  Many say,  "I wish".. at so late an hour when the sardines have turned gray and the sundial pattering its last speck of dust. I am awed by the world, I am enthralled by the beauty of the soul.  There is ominous waiting in silence, and darkness in all birthing...  But then, once in a while...  Just sit there right this minute, Indulge, don't flex a muscle, Rest, release, and breath in the goodness of life, For your little chance to see life as a whole, After all the hard work, Let me get you a tray of berries and wine, You can use my soft words, As a cushion for your head.  Live like a river,  Flow and get carried by surprise, Of the unfolding tides. The wellspring of life is bubbling us anew every moment. And so, when the angel is troubling the wa...