Circles

Dear Moon,

Circles are going to get smaller.  Hard to believe, but it can be done.  It must be done.  It shall be done for that is how it is written.  I am tired of fighting what is written.  Am I the only one who does not have the book were the words are written?
Some of us do not need to hold the books in our hands to see the words that are written on the books that others hold. 

Just because we can see does not mean it is worth our time and energy.  Lol, sometimes we do not even care.

Is it really my choice? Is it always my choice? Do we really control as much as we think we do?  Do we control less or in reality do we actually control more than we think?

The smell of strawberries and jasmine have filled the air tonight.  The light breeze brought the combination like a friendly visit in the darkness of the night.  I have never been enticed by this fragrance before and I smile because I also know it is just for tonight and then for never more.

There is no one in this world which can understand what my heart and spirit are feeling tonight.  I giggle to myself because I say no one in this world, but I know in another world, yes.  They know, they feel, and understand what it is to be sitting here in this strawberry field with the fragrance of the strawberries dancing with the sweetness of jasmine, mixing together, in this field, where we all know nothing is real.