Stuff . . .

 A mysterious walk through time . . . 
electrical storms, blue fire . . . 
a bit of ambient music . . . 
whirling on the edges of yesterday's memories .  .  . 
like flashes of gems weaving a pattern, 
within a fractal, 
within a universe . . . 
and beyond . . . 
like flashes of stars repeating and dreaming . . . 
diving beyond the horizon . . . 
the longing to follow . . . 
to see, to reach, to touch . . . 
to become one with time . . . 
to flow forward while looking back . .
it sounds like this . . . 
a river of water is running over multi-colored pebbles . . . 
slowly dragging them 
from the mountains to the sea . . . 
a thousand years . .  a million . . . 
their flesh becomes sand, 
the dust that coats the heart of the world . . .  
let time . . . be . . . 

  Time Travellers by Mr.Ju

More mr.ju music to be found here:
http://www.jamendo.com/en/artist/339613/mr.ju

A Way-Back me . ..  time has passed . .

Letting Go . . .
         accepting change . . .
leaves a sense of peace . . 
within the rebellious soul . .
The heart lifts up
from an
unbearable burden of heaviness
and leaps into
the drifting breezes

like a forgotten balloon,
after the party,
which follows the melody
until there is nothing
but silence
and an empty heart bursts . . .

Nothing is wasted . . .
my love for you
      is returned
randomly . . .
on the wings of a flickering butterfly -
or in the arms of the rainbow . . .
or the kiss of the breeze as it carries . . .
the desperate cry of the lone wolf . . .
                        and the ashes of
death itself
           grows into
a light that
          flies across a dark sky
so full of embers . ..
a billowing canopy
so pregnant with fire
             and song
that it's as if the loss
of one little star
will leave no hole . . .
in the universe .. .
for the empty space is filled . . .
with darkness itself . . .

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