The world is not your own…

The world is not your own.
but it is all for you.
your possibilities are endless.
The places you would like to go.
the people you would like to meet your dreams are ready to unfold as with the path at your feet.
daring and boldness are at the cuffs of you sleeves, they swing as you walk and head toward your dreams.
through the snow, or the fire, where ever you want to go.
taking things faster even when it’s slow.
The sunshine is for you, and the rays that bring heat.  The chaos and the drama, it can all be made neat.
peace is around you, its there if you seek,
go where you may go with no need to speak.
be still and now that God is around you.
Let your ears be at the ready, and be willing to move.
For peace, for love,and all that is true… Go forth, and may God always go before you.

Having anything you imagine.

I once stepped into a white space. There was nothing around me but white. I don’t know how I got there, I just knew that I was. I just knew that I was. In this Space, I was able to have anything I could imagine. I simply had to imagine beyond the white space. I wanted to sit and think for a moment, and suddenly, there to my side, was a chair. I sat and thought. I closed my eyes, and I allowed my thoughts to drift in. Whatever could come to my mind came. I imaged I was in the center and others were around me. They seemed to be waiting for me to say something, but nothing found it’s way to my lips. There was nothing because my imagination was limited. I was justifying and wondering what they were thinking I might say. If I said nothing they would always be curious. If I said nothing there would be no mistakes; I could never fail. I opened my eyes to the white, just me and my chair. I was glad I wasn’t in the center with nothing to say. I stood up wanting to walk. There was no need for the chair anymore, so I blinked and it was gone. A path appeared before me. As I thought of the things that I liked, I could hear the birds singing and from the white, like fog, trees emerged. There was a breeze that softly swayed through the trees. The path seemed to rise to meet my feet and I pressed on unsure of exactly where I was going, but glad for the simple fact that I could walk. I wanted to see a lake, so as I walked a clearing of trees opened up to a lake that was calm and tranquil. The sun was bright and beautiful with just a few clouds in the sky because I like clouds. I desired to rest, so I let my body drift down to a soft patch of grass. Slowly I felt myself sink into the earth inch by inch. I sank drifting downward until I could open my eyes and see a hole that my body had formed. I felt protected like in the cleft in a rock, as if I was in the arms of a loving mother, my mother, and that she was the most loving of all. I felt comfortable and small. I sensed that there was nothing for me to do; just simply be, to rest, and to know that I was. I thought about God and what he made, about the minds of man and creativity, and imagination. I loved the grass he made and the trees and the breeze. I don’t know why I liked it, no… I loved it. I don’t know why, I just know that I did. I allowed myself to drift back upward, inch by inch I made my way to the surface again. The earth below pushing me up. The soft grass beneath me came back to the level ground. I laid on top of the grass now, the lake near me and the sun warming my face. Then, I opened my eyes even wider and found myself in the center of a group of people waiting to hear from me as if I had something to say. I looked in their bright and curious eyes, and smiled. I opened my mouth and spoke.

Space: The place for imagination, the improvisers playground.

The Space is the place where imagination plays.
The space is not empty because it is full of possibility.
There is no room for hatred in the space, because it is filled with love. However, because of possibility, it can be invaded by hatred. In possibility anything can happen, the good and the bad, the brilliant and the horribly ugly.
I always try to stay on the love side of things. It seems to lead to the brilliant and not the horribly ugly.

The space is the place for first dances and romances, for failures to fall and disappear.  It’s the place where hope rises from the greatest surprises.
The space is the place where imgination spins with creation, sent on the wings of imagination.

Space is where freedom lives in its finest form.  The space can be anywhere, because it already is everywhere.

The space is the location of a wonderful kingdom and nation. For stories of old in settings of new.  It’s the place for transportation and transformation.  The minds of men is the locomotion and the space is the awaiting a platform for dreams.

All that is needed for a space… is space, imaginations to wonder, to play and accept, offer and create, give and give, and also to get…to recieve.  These are gifts that are given in the space.  How can you give a gift if it isn’t received?

It is the place of trade.
it’ is the place where dreams are made.
where thoughts become real. where there once was nothing, now you can feel.
Welcome to the space… Just imagine.
Because everyday is rich in possibility.