I’m not sleeping. I’m daydreaming.
I’m seeing a vision of beauty and light, the strength from within.

“Why are you stubborn?” she easily said
“Why won’t you let me inside your head?”
Because there is no space for you
The cast is set and it remains true

Do you not wonder what can be expressed
Creativity a pocket if not repressed
It’s not for me to decide what to do
The question becomes is it really you?

I find it amusing how easy to point
To someone other than your twisted joint
You look in the mirror but never do see
The expression that’s missing, which looks at me

Again, I wonder in the dark of the night
Am I dreaming or sleeping, is it the right?
For dreams slip away from our awakened thought
Did I really dream it or is it something I sought?

I remember when, the dream of the train
Became a reality but was really a plane
The story is true and sad as I know
My heart was broken, I couldn’t go

The train was delayed, it wouldn’t arrive
When finally it came, I couldn’t derive
It was not the train it was supposed to be
The train was different, but it came for me

The very next day to the airport I went
My plane was delayed, it hadn’t been sent
The plane had a route, a detour it took
Like the train in the dream, a different look

The problem you see was the schedule of mine
Listening to the dream, I would have arrived in time
I stood and waited for a plane not to show
My father passed away, I would not get to go

The pain is still strong as I write this admission
Realizing a dream had been a premonition
Had I only believed the message so clear
The message was sent, the message sincere

And, now, to this day I listen quite closely
To my heart, my dreams, all nature mostly
Messages we get from energy it seems
Can be truths we get, interpreted from dreams

I awoke with a start. The vivid dream seemed so very real. Was it real? Did an eagle just have a conversation with me?

It’s an astonishing feeling to look out and see
The plight of the earth really begins with me
Can you feel it surround you, it may catch your eye
Make no mistake, mother earth doesn’t lie

She waits for her moment, when it will become clear
The wind just an echo for the sound that we hear
No longer a thought that makes a head spin
The natural eruption about to begin

Stay close to your heart, it will not deceive
Remember the heart is what we believe
As we look to each other for the help we will need
The love that is shared is compassionate indeed

You question my statements, you want not to know
That maybe I know something about the below
For energy works in mysterious ways
Constantly changing and inspiring our days

So, what is energy, you innocently ask
Energy moves earth, not an easy task
Check into your heart, you can hear it beat
That’s energy that moves you, even your feet

As the eagle above flies overhead
It cannot be unheard so easily said
Open your heart, let the energy ride
For our frequency generates from deep inside

As we meander through life, it isn’t without some strife

But sometimes we choose not to see it

Happiness only begins, when overlooking our sins

As sometimes we choose not to see it

I wouldn’t say yes to sad, if the choice was easily had

So sometimes we choose not to feel it

What I want to see, really begins with me

For truth is as we choose to see it

The beauty of life is quite, the time it takes so trite

Beauty is as we choose to see it

I never want to forget, the life that is mine and yet

It’s simply life as I see it

I haven’t written in a while, I think it’s rather terse

To think as often as I do, maybe it’s a curse

The beauty of the thought is not for when it stops

It is only when the thought prevails the meaning really drops

I don’t believe we were meant to be, sad or somewhat trivial

But, sometimes people make comments, comments rather vitriol

As I move along, I know that times will change

It’s not always when we want, sometimes it’s just exchange

I’m looking for the open view, a new and clear perspective

It won’t appear unless I see, the horizon as a detective

For as we look we want to see the gift of sight itself

But sight is only worth the thought which sits upon the shelf

Don’t hesitate or stop your thought for time is running out

To think what is important, is important without a doubt

I decided to play today anyway. I’m sorta like the mail person – you know, through wind and rain or sleet or hail (or however that goes)
I put an anchor around my neck so I wouldn’t blow away.
I have my boots on.
I hit my drive on #1 and it went over the green.
I guess the wind IS pretty strong.
After driving to the #2 tee, I stepped out to tee off.
A gust of wind blew me into the pond.
So, I decided enough is enough. After all, I’m pretty determined.
Luckily, I had a snorkel next to my anchor.
I was able to find new golf balls to give to Beth, especially since they were hers.
I decided to tee off on #2 and give it a whirl.
Yes, I was slightly soaking wet but, after all, it IS worth it for golf.
So, I hit a beautiful high drive and, oops, that was a mistake.
The wind caught the ball and it landed on the #7 green.
Next, I thought, aw, heck. Might as well continue and go finish the shot on #7.
My ball had landed a foot from the pin!
I putted from one foot. The ball blew backwards, over the green, over the grass and into the sand trap. Rats.
I hit out of the sand trap, got the ball up in the air, and low and behold…
It flew over my head and into the pond behind me. That pond is a little distance from the green.
Hm. Done with that hole.
I decided I should go to #10 to tee off since it would probably land on #18 fairway. That way I would be close to home.
I made it to #10 and teed off. It looked like my plan would work until I heard the splash.
The pond on #18…Rats.
By that time, my cart light started to blink so I decided it was time to go home.
Besides, I hate to play in cold, rainy weather.