rise and fall strange

While driving home once East, once South. I saw eyes looking right through me. Walking in the opposite direction. I saw flying toward me the same penetrating gaze, on a different day. The same eyes on a bird of prey. Dog lay dead by the side of the road. Heart dripped blood on the phone pole. The power went out I kept the candle close to see. I heard him singing while working atop the power pole. The air carried his voice well. I walked each day no destination planned. I found my way, or it found me. When I looked toward the train tracks I saw those eyes look back at me. Wherever that time went I'm sure it's still there waiting for the chance to resolve all that could still be.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Stepping aside

Too much is made of stepping up. Here is what stepping aside will get you. Freedom, options, and most importantly perspective. The concept will fail as I know all too well, because the ego is a vacuum with no escape.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

one way

Being around people who feel desperate can make the things they choose important seem like that is what the world has to offer.
It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

when ignoring becomes obvious

How to deal with changes. Change makes obvious controlled areas of life. Becoming comfortable with the way things are. Expecting certainty. Having a plan. Never to be let down or led astray excuse reality from your presence, just tell it to go. Look into moments not as time lost, but chances to be d-i-f-f-e-r-e-n-t.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96