Carpe Diem Baby

Carpe diem, baby, carpe diem. S.H.

Don't Think Twice, It's Alright

Lately my mind has been walking through places it shouldn't. And across sharp ground with no shoes on too. Reckless? Definitely. Wise? Probably not. Necessary? Indeed. Will any of it prove to be fortuitous? Only time will tell the tale worthy of explaining all the questions. Let's hope this time I listen to the answers when they are given. S.H.

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

With the rain comes wisdom. A single drop makes its intense but precarious way from endless amounts of space above.The drop splatters onto the world to join its fellows. Silver petals sheet across the landscape like moving worlds. Their path is set and winding and moves on ahead forever. Lights that sparkle far away call like vibrant laughter with echoing warmth. The vision is set and the shoulders are sharpened. Two paths waiting to be crossed, two drops waiting to continue on falling as one. The clouds carry the message. It must be made so. S.H.

Dissident

The dissident stands muddied and tired. He walks the uneven path with straightened conviction. The traffic noise sings around him and he settles into his skin. He passes the familiar sights and comfortable landmarks. He turns his trail down a side street and is met by a figure. The figure doesn't talk but he thinks she does and he chirps a friendly reply. An answer is given by the figure as she flows past. He turns and watches the figure depart, the drums in his head thumping and ratting a mad tattoo. S.H.

A Wise Person

A wise person once said to me:
‘My favourite colour is pink.’
‘Why is your favourite colour pink?’ I asked.
‘Because it's pink,’ the wise person replied.
The lesson in all this? You should never have to explain why you like something that is pure. S.H.

Sowing

‘The hardest field to reap is the one we sow ourselves’. I just made that up, thought it sounded kind of ok. S.H.