Water surrounds me and I cannot breathe.  Excitement has brought my heart to my throat and there it stays this visocous ball threatening to either strangle me or allow me to enjoy my day.  The feeling is heady and fulfilling and here I want to stay, remembering, renewing each moment alive as can be.  And it is all because of water.

It is an ancxient thing for me, this feeling of water.  Whether oceans or rivers or sytreams or lakes, they have imbued me with this sense of opportunity that seems depthlesss and endless.  It is as if I have found something to last my days, the time ticking with precision yet each moment exciting and satisfying at the same time.  Rousing me from the depths, it is a bacchana of expression that excites as well; an everflowing source this usage of words.  Beauty shares itself with me and as I wonder of it's origin I dig deeeper into the all of things.

GREAT MEN DO GREAT THINGS AND i ONLY HOPE FOR THE INSPIRATION TO DO SO.  iN THAT FEELING IS HOPE AND STEADFASTNESS, LITTLE DOUBT, AND AMESSAGE OF INFINITE oppotunity.  It will be as it should and yet in letting go we lose what we came for so I hold on; solid, strong.  I have learned from the world and not all that are great are good.  Some even intend with the drection towars harm.  They will forever be broken, hurt and hurtful without being apologetic.

Cryptic messages arise from the river.  EIther playing or leading or just following the way.  Each message is renewing not just to the spirit but to the mind where all things lie; that rapid, rabid connection to the soul.  There, our being is made, our expectation settled, our hope infused with life's wonderous little adventures.  And we make mistakes.

Leading in with thoughts of greatness we hope to answer all questions only to ask for more.  Why, who knows?  With so many perspectives we must rely on ourselves to answer with assuredness.  How, we learn from others and ourselves and it enriches and deepens the feeling of beneficence we experience in life.   Who, when where; a trifle meant to sully the mind and bog down the spirit..  But connection, connexion, that freshness of adventure we find in exploration of the mind, the place where all things dwell.

The mind is infinite ending ony in death.  There we arrive at a new plane where our soul settles yet, knowing in this, we must work to get there, forever surging and sighting, hoping like a carpenter to a bevelled a surface to the exact right.  That right settles the soulo like no other thing, and while there is doubt, excitement overwhelms that with the essence of purity.
These lakes I have fished I hav not always done well on.  The rivers and streams I have accumulated my share.  And those oceans I have strived like no other thing.  It is that hope I belive in, taking a strangle hold on the doubt and banishing it for good.  The emtiness is filled with green and rivers, renewig strength and hope in a newfound thing o explore.