Blink and it is gone.

Speak and it cannot be heard.

Remain in the hustle and bustle if you wish,

As for me I shall remain.

Thoughts may come and thoughts may go.

New day. End of days.

I am not hear to listen to the mundane or horror of this day.

No thank you.

I am hear to paint the most magnificent day upon the Canvas of Life.

Sitting quietly under the blanket of mystery.

Listen for I shall not speak.

Attentively I shall remain.

Stepping into the Canvas assuredly as the wind calls our names. Within our hearts answers reside, while mind rejects the very idea. Up and down, round and round…we dance with our own thoughts, accepting them as we choose. Our greatest battle is deployed when the head-mind interjects…