An Eternal Search

The quest to find my Self is such an ongoing, continual, changing process, in which there is hope for an end that is perhaps unattainable.  Still, I wander that way, in hopes of experiencing even one quick glance, one chance reflection, one momentary feeling, in which I see my self burning and glowing in its own essence, before melting away like wax on a candle, because that one fleeting flash of knowing is worth all the time spent trying to find, and all the time yet spent searching.

I want to live slow.
I want to look out my window
and see a beautiful landscape
and breathe and be free
surrounded by plants, energy and life.

While Holding a String

The girl with the red balloon
waves it over her head
imagining she can fly...

Avant-garde

Dancing with the bass
you caress its neck
and pluck its strings gently

I look into infinity.  And in your eyes I see infinity too.