The Beginning

Time, it comes and goes with a changing flow. Some times fast some times slow, but forward it always goes. The heart beat of adventure, the pulse of life. What we do with time is up to us, a million choices to become something or just settle in the dust. Moments to create and discover do not always come filled with speed and exclamations of excitement, more often then not they come in listening to my heart, in slowing things down and listening to time itself. Finding its pulse, going with its ebbs and tides following its lead, like the ocean follows the moon. Letting time teach me its eternal lessons. Disconnecting from the drama of the world and reconnecting with life. Letting my brain connect with all of the sub-serious and the coalition of syncretic thought. Letting the macro turn into micro and lay in the warm sands of deep though and listen.