THough the pain is great, I remember love and I beleive.  Love, that satifying sensation that brings all to one, that endless rememberance we succumb to like desire yet stronger, bolder, more true.  Water flowing as a river has been a constant inspiration for me, a wonder of dreams galore each spinning outward from another and splattered across the minds eye canvas like clay from a potters wheel.  We are our memories and  some drive us to greatness while others satisfy wholly.  Its as if imbued with emotion of the highest kind we have renewed ourselves through beleif and action.  The water I visit satifies in only the lightest of ways.  Like a passing smile cherished it holds more than we remember and we cannot help but embrace it for what it is and does.  Inspiring light like the truest of Lords, like a woman and trust and love.  Though we long for caring, not all do and though we long for forever time will end for us, for friends, family.  Yet we remember holding on to that last release of breath like the rattle of oncoming death.  But maybe there is a passage to a new place, a place of lightness and love.  Heaven, Valhalla, Nirvana.  To each his own but do not worry for time will continue.  It was just a moment and for those who don't care we remember their decrepitude yet feed them love at our table.  So come, visit, stay for a while, and speak honest, speak true, and let your words cascade around me.  There is beauty in art if at first you search so let love lead and look.  That is peace my friends.