Walking in review of morning. Letting the mind be saturated with occurrence, dream and thought. Iteration and defense war for supremacy in transformation. The day holds pregnant moments into which I am invited for participation. Some humbly, some robust but always filled with expectation and excitement.

These are not the contemplations of a man seeking conquest over everything and everyone entering my influence sphere. Interaction with energies: healthy, honest, willing, weak and ill. Defying sometimes the strict navigation through gravity and time. Each episode offering the wisdom of the ages and the moment.

Wielding the sharpness provided. Precision, laceration, cut and run. What is served up in reflection that makes life matter beyond my own reliant wantonness? Marmalade, madness and meditation, content and intervention. Weaving the wonder in sequence with perception of the real.

Can I see around the bend? Can I predict with certainty the process and the pleasure? Can I through acquiescence rescind my quest for chaos? Stepping in time to the rotating rope eager to catch my ankle. I fall into a rhythm designed before the time took first tick in clockwise wisdom.

The sweet spot in rapid or deep water. Shooting the chute with the loot relaxing the pressure against my boot. Miracle and measure, weather and wither, cold and comfort. I flex until I feel the extrusion against each boundary not anticipating restraint but looking for the borders of forever.