Wandering Eyes

It's amazing how quickly a lonely heart stops calling when companionship is found. Even the simplest friendship can change a wolf's repetitive howl into a silent, watchful curiosity.

In truth friends are found in the strangest places. Kinships that seem strange and unlikely can be quite ordinary when reality is as shifting as a dream. Unfortunately the same can be said for friends and family upon whose shoulders you once rested are now turned cold as the dream and dayscapes change.

But as one's footsteps echo in silence as one's eyes seek some solace, its the world that provides the twists and changes from lonely sorrow into joy. In the leaves colors dance that have never been seen before. Color runs as vision taps into the interconnected psyche, the maya. In nature, you can never be alone. Laying upon the ground the Earth beats with life. Birds dance through the trees, water laughs as it tickles the rocks and its own banks. Every butterfly that glides by, every bee that hums, reminds you that you're alive, and never alone.

And yet, still a wolf will call again and again for the voices of its own kind.

And a human, the toolmakers, will find ways to transmute experiences to express the texture of a moment, the images of a feeling.

Then something strange happens... a simple connection is made.

It can be anything, eyes across the crowd, a song shared, the comfort of a lovers touch. And everything can change. That song that once you listened to alone, is no longer just yours. You realize that it's shared. It's part of that heartbeat of the world. And you realize that you are no longer filled with that need to call and call and call again, but that you are connected one to all. And you ever will be again. And instead of crying to the night. You smile.

I hope you can feel that.

I'm sorry for my delay and my long absences... I thought my journey had ended and so I no longer needed to write the story of that epic. But in truth... as long as life continues, no journey can end. The world is round and its edges cannot be reached.

So perhaps next week I'll explain what this journey's end, has begun.