Time

I always find solace in lyrics. I don't know how it works for the rest of the world. I  am a man on an ice drift that melts and I would prefer to be warm rather than standing here watch memories float away.

"Time.... Why you punish me? Like a wave washing in from the shore, you wash away my dreams...."

I have thought of a Vision Quest. I do not do illegal drugs, nor feel any reason to. But Why allow Peyote? Because I know my heritage, my times from now back to the Saxons. I am of a line of Warriors. 

This has not changed. Handed virtually any weapon, I know its use. Skills alone make a warrior not. My heart sings not for battle, though I seem to know it well. I have studied the Arts of war until ingrained into my being, yet I want not to be out upon a field. 

So not the body, not the heart. That leaves the Mind. That I know where the hole is. It's rim is the Abyss of which I have looked within and laughed. 

There are certain things I know. The Angel and the Demon walk along us. Those things that dare go "bump" in the night? I was once one that stood and bumped back. I left that behind. Has that reason come to me?

There is not evil in everything we do. Nor is there good. Humans carry the capacity and capabilities of doing both or either. There are those who are taking things too far one way, when even another is too far. Boats usually operate best upon an even keel.

 

So how to wrap this mess of thoughts...or lack of them? 

The world of the Spirit took something of mine. To those who know the routes between here and back: Stay out of the way.

Dax