As the curtains in my room are drawn, the light shatters through the glass, piercing my eyelids intensely enough to rattle a soul ! The beam of light like an impulse injects my brain activating my sensor to the living world around me! Then I lie in bed contemplating my fate and weighing my ambition. The desire of having more and more creeps up my spine. I look around noticing my acquisitions and not a thing looks familiar but for my naked body which endures with me every infliction. The birds, the city, the sounds call out to my greed, shattering all hope of tranquility. The soap on my body unable to wash the stains of my past. The perfume of yesterday still hard to forget, making hope and fear challenge to overcome.The cereal bowl lacks the flavour my heart craves. Ah ! Yes, my heart, my beautiful heart, how I have burdened you with these feelings and crippled emotions, making you weaker with every encounter of mine. You crave for me more than I am capable off with your resilience and capacity to give my foundation its grounding after every defeat. You choose for me a moment in which I am fearless, strong and peaceful yet, I discard your advances for the illusions of mindful promises. How foolish I am not to recognise the music and be lead by you. I wish to dance not feeling but just allowing my heart it's reason !

Ground, pressed and the percolated to capture aroma , flavour and colour over time. we seem to have forgotten the key ingredients that go into creating quality. We ignore perseverance and belief to satisfy economical or social stranglings that clog brilliance. We live in an age where the  urgency to deliver mediocrity is hailed as path breaking.

To be first is in no way a proclamation  that the ultimate has been created and that none will equal its claim. You might arrive to the party early and be encouraged and showered with praise. For a fool praises as quickly as he tends to forget. To be a flash in the pan or a delicately crafted meal ? The choice lies entirely with you or depending on the calcium in your joints to hold fort before kneeling.

Sharing of an idea or an exchange of your process will always be met with citizens  dwelling within the citadels built on opposing scales. We do not possess the gift of open thought and acceptance of something new. New within the confines of our applied knowledge maybe but never something unknown or radical. We try and place all things alien within the structure of our limited sphere of understanding only to hold on to intellectual authority. This false notion that all things standardised by the dons of creation and their intellectual superiority of all things known to man, will blind  you from  discovering possibilities beyond human understanding.

We have to allow art and the artist the space to make mistakes and find within their fumbling a voice distinct to it self or the creator. We must allow art to express itself in a manner where we become observers with a need to  dwell deeper before comment. Why are we always in a hurry to reject ? Why do we constantly criticise without absorbing the entire feeling of the meal rather than just the flavour? We have to learn to stay still and only then will something true reveal it's self !

You are meant to discover the treasure, so stay a little longer and the path will emerge .

As the dust cleared, the monster stood growling, breathing out fast disappearing clouds that cut through the cold air. This northwardly draft surrounded the beast, gently ruffling it's mane. This stillness in motion set my blood coursing through my body, pounding the walls of my heart and flooding my brain with impending doom theories. Her gaze calm yet strong felt like a javelin leaving the hands of a soldier, locked on its course with piercing accuracy. I knew at this moment that life as strong in its pursuits had the fragility of a flower amidst a storm. The beast stood knowing my weakness and fed on my vulnerability. A slight twist of the neck, squinted eyes, back arched , paws dug into the loose ground and with claws drawn she announced her final intension. The electric mood of the moment left me strangely confused. An impulse similar to a sexual encounter surged from within my spine, creating a duality of passion and fear in this deathly proximity with the inevitable. A question and then an answere, culter then clarity, flashes and then a fixed image of me as a child standing on an empty field looking skyward. Her teeth sank effortlessly into my soft flesh while i accepted the balance of mother nature in restoring the continuous. Our eyes locked for one last moment, without resisting I welcomed her to feast. I saw a glint of gratitude shine through before I merged into darkness. The light became me and I became the light!!!