And there it was..

And there it was,
And here I am.
It all looked familiar.
Yet nothing sinked in.

 

I know where I am,
Everyone knows where I'm headed.
But the guide post are vague,
The atmosphere doesn't seem quite right.

 

They told me there was a curve involved,
I'm second guessing whether there is a learning to be had.

Friendly familiar voices derive from diverse directions.
Many of them offer contextual advice.

 

Nefariousness runs rampant as complications collide.
Tickled by the randomness of serendipity I press on to reap the unsewn.

Few will follow, many will lead.
Diverse beginnings allow the birth of unseen horizons.

 

Enjoy the ride my fellow fun seekers.......it about to get quite interesting.

 

-b2

The Process......

Join me now as the process begins its journey towards the penultimate destination.
Now would be a good time to bury all misconceptions you my still be harboring and get down to making the magic happen.
Don't kid yourself into thinking that showing signs of fear and self doubt will be tolerated at any level.
Feel free to amortize emotions using a sliding scale, denote any subordinate variances on the exit survey found in the arm rest storage compartment.
Morphemic images continue to cloud judgments while inconveniences rule the airwaves.
Conflicting transparencies fall flat to the floor with passion often reserved for collegiate humor.

-b2

'dream big, act swiftly....'

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the meaning of strife.....

I embarked on a journey that took me far from my home.
Many moons I was away in search of a noble path.
Climbing rock and crossing treacherous river beds,
I continued on with blistered feet and bleeding hands.

Nothing could stop me from reaching my goal.
No one could reach me as I plodded onward into the abyss.
Days passed and my mind was lost in constant hallucinations.
Finally the destination that had called me came into view.

Just beyond a gnarly aging tree older than time,
In a dark cave lit only by the whites of my bulging eyes.
Deep in a corner sat the wisest of the wise,
Mentor, muse, guru, and saint all wrapped up into one.
Slowly his dark squinty eyes peered at me below
The ragged brim of his filthy rotting sampan.
His right cheek winced several times as he
Struggled painfully to speak his ancient truth.

I knelt before him, more to hear his faint whisper,
Than out of some pathetic attempt at respect.
He stamped his foot twice on the dusty cave floor.
Then breathed into my ear the words I was born to hear...............


"sauerkraut is your destiny......."



-b2

The Wedge

A cold autumn fog rolls into the plateau just after church on Sunday
Low clouds tumble over the tree tops like smoke from a hidden chimney.
Needles and leaves rain down in a never ending shower of fall colors and smells.
The gutters need attention, as does the lawn, but I have other things in mind.
The logs lay before me in a heap. Tangled and twisted, the gnarlier the better.
Scattered behind me the tools of my trade wait patiently knowing that each will have their turn.
The maul is chosen first, it's long handle showing the wounds of seasons past.
With a scared blade that reveals in it's bluntness, proud of every scar it has earned.
Anticipation is relieved as my first swing is released.
I dip into a deep squat just prior to the deep throated 'chunk' of connection.
Missing the vein is moot as the power of follow through overcomes the wood's will to remain whole.
Chips fly as logs fall and the maul continues on not caring that the job is done.
Working the handle to and fro the stubborn tool reluctantly releases its grip from the base log.
Not wanting to lose on ounce of momentum I reconsider the usual plan.
The base log stands before me, its pitted grimace mocking my intentions.
The first whack is denied the soothing sound of splintering oak and barely forms a crack.
Sweat begins to form on the tip of my tested resolve.
A new grip is created while a wider stance is chosen.
The blade faces up its eyes surely closed in regrettable shame.
For now the hammer must come down for the wedge is making an early debut.
-b2
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