Moon Rider

New Years Eve doesn't bring the end of the old year, there is this gap, this space that is January. It is a stumbling, leaves-of-days raking month. Earthy molds swallow time. Grey, smoking mists choke damp layers of memory. None of it is right and all of it is true.

Overwhelmed love for all, is this how God exists? Such love, there is no speaking, only another day manifested in the gift; this now, in a world.

I can't move forward, not yet. I'm not so much frozen as clogged, it frightens me more than falling.

ROLLING CROSSROADS

A footprint in the sea.

What is said, can define what is not said.

What is known, forms the shell

of the unknown.

What is seen, can hold

the ghost of the past.

Sugar and Spice... and everything nice,

that's what little girls are made of.

Lantern, Lantern and Mistletoe

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I would like to share my Christmas Present with you!!

Reagan Emory Dahl, December 21, 2005

What is memory
without memory?
Imagine.
Writing on the water
of time.

Worm was so surprised,

that ants were trying to get his snacks!!

That only goes to show, Worm wasn't very bright.

TO SEE A WORLD IN A GRAIN OF SAND

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
~William Blake