My thought book writings

The constant moment that seems to never end and to wish it never does.

In love's most pure desire, it is the rock that you are that holds me together.  Yet, you are the rock that can dash me to pieces.

A woman can be the calm before and after the storm and the absolute devastating hurricane.

The water that quenches my thirst and the gushing waters that drowns me.

You are the breath I can share in oneness, completeness and you are the choke hold that sends me to despair.

What is this?

I don't know what to make of you most of the time yet, I want to make the most of my time with you.

I am a stranger constantly stuck in the shifting of the time of technology.

Birds do not have to sing for all to hear to make beautiful songs.

If a constant state of living is to be striving for why the need to share our thoughts so compeletly with others?

Why must our emotions be so completely tied with technology?  Are we making our deal with the devil by doing so?

To the ever evading, elusive constant moment:  May we all find that life to be lived, so that love can swallow the fear that resides in each of us.  Once that fear is taken away, it seems that our human minds need to create our own fears to live.  We cannot afford to live in fear or we will fear to live and to live is the ultimate path to love.

May our most purest desires be known from within.

To really know ourselves cannot come from vindication of another.  For another cannot find that vindication from you for them.

What has this desolate place become in which we wander know through past dreams and desires in this wretched place of fear and condemning?  

Love is a slippery slope and maybe that is the point of it all.  Are we ever meant to truly have it?

Is all that we see around us and seem to know the reality of someone's past dream or future thought?

Is our ability to choose based on a thought we dreamed long ago?

What is the meaning of thoughts if we cannot really choose for ourselves.  What is that small voice within that leads us to make certain decisions?  Are we our own slave masters?

Expectations die when we make a choice.  So make better choices than believe in faulty expectations.

To love is to live forever.  To fear is to die.