I follow trails of thought through my mind filled with wonder about the final outcome. I can remember yesterday, so in a sense , it is not gone, but set in indelible ink unchangeable. I cannot linger reading previous chapters for long . I must get on with writing new chapters. I once spent precious moments fretting about tomorrows and the tomorrows after that and on and on. Today The moment is too precious to waste, I want to be here. I still spend time letting the mind flow free. Letting trains of thought carry me away from the now. My experiences have made me better at guiding that train, so I don’t over indulge and miss the moment. It is a necessary as breath for me to take the brakes off, to be away.
shush now;
go quietly among the stars tonight!
soar on wings of thought,
among planets ,
through entire galaxies .
The voyage is what you make it.
