October 14th, 2007
Realization #1
[originally recorded September 22nd, 2007]
In something, I am alone. The fire; the wood; the sound of crackling; the whistles in the music. Alive, dormant. Waiting in a dream for an awakening. Sleeping in a life rocking on my heels, anticipating the sun.
No, not yet morning. No, not a time to open my eyes. Still, a vision, still a phantom, still only one small part of the future that maybe will become.
Burning, beating, shaking in the flames. We all see things that mean something significant in our lives. How odd, to mean nothing, but see something in the most natural and unrelated of events…
