Trails Through The Universe.

.....I think what separates artists, or masters at their crafts, and those trying to attain that status, is the ability to access their inner talent. I'd like to be there some day and will keep working towards it. In the meantime I'll consider myself a journeyman.

.....My main failing seems to be patience. I have an idea in my head and try to put it on paper. But I don't have the patience to see it through. The thoughts just keep pushing faster and faster until the 'awake' part of my brain accepts whatever words are available to fit the logic of the piece rather than thinking through the right words to complete the piece. I think I'll truly make it there when I figure out how to make patience win the day.

A strand of silver the horizon met.
The path behind that glimmered with the past.
I walked directed forth as Father Time set.
Through multitude experiences vast.

The thread is mine alone to find its end.
What seems a straight path in truth madly winds.
Joins others at times with their voices they lend.
The ordinal is loneliness that binds.

But on this journey thought to be a curse.
Discovery is written in my tome.
The thread connection to the universe.
What was a wandering was in truth home.

All of existence is a tapestry.
All intersecting by geometry.

.....Aaron / Arontius.