Life has Changed

Easing through the foam of the outskirts of my sanity. Waiting for the party to begin. A kind word beckons, says more than its kind word says. The party has begun. Words and a voice had filled my head prompting me to decision. I walked out in the cold day, with strength in my thought and eyes on the present time. And in the midst of walking in the cold day, I thought of sweet cold Canada, and life in Northern Ontario. And the party is at play and its mind tries to capture the drifting ideas that play in the head. And from Canada, to the evening sky in a motion, gently perusing a spirit singing in the voice of a song. Moving on and away, the feeling brightens until it warms. Magnetic life has pervaded an early darkness, a thought returns brought by a feeling. And now the inevitable is not the inevitable any longer. Life has changed somehow, giving this flirtatious wink in the middle of a business day. And for the recent past and for life itself and its subjects I try to let anger not get in the way, when once again, there was wrongness in the things that she embraced. I have a dream of life, when it is vibrant and true, when it throttles to get its result, when it insists on concordance, when it tyranises the stillness, of the peace, of the quietude. Life has come to play and looks through an open window, through the rain. And the fog begs for release and life relents when that same fog will attempt to turn to fire. And in the outskirts of my life, the psychical world, within its world, within my world, within the world. Angels break through, and search into eyes for understanding. They look for a way, and the way that there must be through negativity, in this moment, there is no yesterday and there is not today and there is no tomorrow. There is just the power of now.