Post-dream

The thought left a bitter taste upon my tongue
Funny how despair rhymes with fair
When it isn't I'm in it

Inspired Beginning

It has been my goal to seek out inspiration and take a nice long shower in that refreshing storm. The resulting sprouts and growths yield fruits of all shapes and sizes and tastes. A recent downpour instilled great passion within my heart. These words are the fruit. Eat them, savor them, tell me what it tastes like and I will endeavor an enjoyable conversation.
Consider with me the experience of love.
Why do you love? (seriously ask yourself as I have and I'll share my answer). I love because it invokes a wider range of emotion which my heart previously had not endured. I love because it is beautiful. I love because it has ennobled me, refined my being. I love because it inspires.
Why do you love what you love? I love the sunset painted sky because it is magnificent, and in a moment it is different yet glorious still. I love the new child because their thought is unique to me, to you, to all of us. I love the soft snowfall in quiet serenity.
How do you love these? I stop for the painted sky, I gaze deep and contemplate how the colors play. I listen to the child. I dance among the snowflakes.
Not once has the snowflake asked for my heart, my love. One day I decided that my heart would go with him, from the greatest height and following the slow descent until finally he dissolved in my hand.
So it is with my love. I decide where it will go and upon whom or what it will envelop. I love beauty. I love purity. I love kindness. I love mercy. I love courage. I love all that is light.

Become enamored with your thoughts

the quiet ponder, the magnificent epiphany

decide on what you love and think on that

Become enamored with your thoughts