waltz of unrealized dreams
My Dearest Reader,
Its been 12+K kilometers I have walked today... I have been trying to dog proof my raised garden beds and trying to make a nice wooden edge on the far end of my backyard where it is completely bald and ugly..I have already drunk 3 steigls and 1 3/4 of canadian club whiskey..currently munching on tortillas with a salsa sauce... I really craved salsa sauce and tortillas today...Earlier I have made 9.5/10 barbeque chicken legs (it was the best I have cooked and ate so far..) I have not gave 10/10 points because it was not perfect/perfect without a character but very successful... The best one you can have is that the one with one flaw that makes it unique and beautiful...Unfortunately, while preparing the barbeque sauce, I have just put things without considering whether it might turn out to be an amazing thing..No records taken done completely unconsciously...while eating I got so angry with my self and on the other hand tried to remember what I have included in the sauce...now I am very tired but in a good way, probably by the end of tomorrow my back yard would be transformed into something beautiful..though it cost alot.. The materials and tools that I needed to buy...Reader when you have the tools its cheaper to do stuff in your home here...other wise its very very expensive...So buying tools is some form of investment in your upcoming projects...
Reader, I wanted to say to you something but I guess I have just forget it beyond the purple clouds I have seen today in horizons where clouds gave way to our majestic sun to lay on her nest. Reader, we are here trapped in the moment and I am very glad that you are choosing to share your moment with my words..I guess you already know that all of these words come from the heart and the divine mind...
Reader today I got so emotional when I saw a "Triumph" bike parked on the parking lot of the home hardware store... Its about unrealised dreams but hope keeps us to move forward to pursue those dreams..Sometimes I live in those dreams as I live in another life while real and projection mix with one another sometimes I wake up into reality which does not resemble anything you all know that our life's are all about... its strange and there is also those moments that you have carried with you through all of those life times came to play themselves in front of your green eyes...Strange feelings of yearning for a stranger that is the only familiar knowing you ever had...like a godly intervention for you to come to senses and remember what you really are and were in this divine story...
waltz of unrealized dreams came to visit your temple to take a dance
with blundered visions of yearn tame to lit a sour ample sake for chance
ooh sweet nothing I am only for your grace here under divine light searching nothing else but love.
King H. Ironson
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