Just before I go to strange countries, my thoughts tend to focus on obscure things.

These are a few bits of thoughts I have collected on raggedy bits of paper from different places at different times: mostly before stepping into the unknown………

#1

This would be the start

Of big time small things

Of adventures that finish Before they start

Of work that is just play.

They are the stuff of legends. That no one knows.

History written even though It never happened. A story about the truth.

The bad guys became good

Then just disappeared. And the mermaids Shed a tear.

#2

The clouds spin by Wearing crystal blue

All around their shoulders

While memories spin merry jigs

On the inside of my shoes.

Oh, if my feet could only meet

That enormous blue/white sky

Then I would sing eternal songs Long after I would die.

#3

Legends start with Greatness

With thoughts of Peace,

With thoughts of War.

Movement stands above Grace: Action greater than Words.

Doubt flys away to a troubled spot in the South.

While Carnage waits patiently

For Truth to make it's way.

Sacrifice is in a difficult spot–Somewhere between Humility

And a spotlight Somewhere outside a standard Set by someone

Who had a life sometime

From which to decree:This is the way life should be. And then, from that, others did devise Ways to approach

Sacrifice And sometimes Humility.

But in spite of all of that.

With Peace and War at the front lines,

And with Greatness and Sacrifice right there,

With Carnage watching anxiously,

And Sacrifice hesitant to see…

Somewhere, Sometime,Someone steps forward–Out of the Gloom, the Morass,The continual economic

updates–To say: “Hold on a second Partner, If we ain't gonna have Peace,Then there's gonna be a War.”

#4

If you think you can't

You won't

And when you don't You haven't

So what was not Is never

Unless you think you have

And when you do

You'll see A world That was not never

A world that always was

Yours to be

 

AND

WE

ARE

TOLD

OF

THE

WISDOM

OF

THE

ORIENT.

WHAT

MORE

CAN

THERE

BE

THAN

THE

WIND

SINGING

THROUGH

BAMBOO

LEAVES?