August 12, 2015
Today. Yes, a new start, a new beginning from a wash of stuttering night, cracks the formless form out of the circus of dreams. New possibilities take hold. Opportunities collide the mind in its waking by a fiery collision on the spun highway connecting sleep to wakefulness. From beneath the core value, strings of ideas spin and wind, whirl and tangle, spiral out from the reality of nothing, aroused cobras of creation rise, take charge, fete their hungers to the land of light; the mind clears, the soul finds its solidity, there, in that undefined moment, a life begins anew.