Cranial Overload Via Illusions Disintegrating

All around, the world is morphing from one extreme to another and turning seasons on their head along the way.

Wind stirs up the remnants of the seasons passed by and sweeps them away on a shifting breeze. The plans that were made and never came to pass are no longer dormant but gone, lost to a time left behind. The ‘I meant to do’, ‘go to see’, ‘catch up with’, ‘must start doing’, and ‘want to learn more about’ things that once fueled the journey into the future have fallen by the wayside in the wake of a world turned on it’s head.

Awe and wonder are on the faces of those arising from the depths of hibernation as they venture out into the world to see what remains of the life they had known. Reality is a stark vision when compared to a television screen, and when no longer confined in a room at home all alone hunkered down and investigating solitude, the shape of the world can be intimidating. Those unschooled in themselves have been confronted by insights that they never sort to determine and have been left wide eyed and bemused by the sight of themselves revealed in the final days of a revelatory year. A new world is taking shape shining fresh light into eyes still blinking from the illumination that flooded the dark corners of their psyches.

Life beckons beyond prescribed confines, waiting beyond is a chance at freedom which is cresting uncertainty like a new day dawning, twinkling it’s first rays filled with hope and promise. A chance to break away from the cloistered past where neatly organised lives kept passions idle and dreams stacked away out of site. Time in the meantime has been a gift, a present, a chance to be present, but not appreciated by all. Time has been a torture for those with more thoughts than actions, those impotent in the face of introspection, those lacking experience in harnessing their mind against adversity.

The monkey train has disappeared leaving the monkey mind to rant and rave and doubt and demand resulting in alienation from the self that comes from too much chatter about plans that lack purpose.

Trailing along into change with the movements of the seasons there’s a curious wonder as to how things seem the same. There’s something missing now from the once regular rhythms that carried through the days into weeks, then forward into the year following through with intentions proclaimed with plans made for the future.

A shift has taken place that has realigned values opening hearts and minds to possibilities unseen and illusions untold. Change for some has been obvious with the discovery of shadows looming on the fringes of their lives, for some it unveiled something hidden to reveal true clarity, others carry forward a blinkered view whilst trying to come to terms with that little voice inside. Like a cool breeze on a hot summer’s day the change is sweet relief from the cycling time that had dwindled throughout the year. 

Sharp eyes detect glimmering hope, a dazzling spectacle that gives rise to a feeling once familiar from a time that was recognisable. Out of the darkness it shines as a small spark that warms the heart and settles the mind with the knowledge that a new landscape abounds where there will be a chance to stake a claim in this unknown land. Opportunities to grow and change promise more than the known structures of the past where fixed mindsets laid the foundations of routine

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