VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
November 20

"Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It's not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it's when you've had everything to do, and you've done it."
- Margaret Thatcher -


"Put your heart, mind, intellect, and soul even to your smallest acts. This is the secret of success."
- Swami Sivananda Saraswati -


You were a ship lost at sea
I a safe shore to weather the storm
On your voyage you had to depart
for home you had to start
Somewhere you found your way
Waiting patiently until you return someday


"But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name"
- John 1:12 -


Where is the sunshine, the special feeling that used to come to me in the silence of the night, the thoughts of contentment, happiness and joy, the feelings that were there when he was here. Where has my sunshine gone?


with the end of the year approaching I guess it's time to reflect on what I may do or not do to the Vistas in the upcoming year. I know I want to redo several different things in different areas, and work on getting more content up in some. Soon someday soon.


whenever the winds blow
wherever I go
however my seeds I sow
forever my spirit has seemed low


it doesn't seem fair
I gave all that I had to give
and in the end I did not take anything
I gave my life for his happiness
he took it and threw it away
and now he is the one that is happy
and I sad and alone


Where were the thoughts when you saw the words written on the wall of black pavement, sealed within the secret hallowed grounds of the mind? Where were the thoughts when you called thy name and it echoed into the solitude of space with no return? Where were the thoughts when love flew by and we refused to grab it's wings and take flight, even for a moment, or a night? Where were the thoughts when you woke to an emptiness that was so startling that it shook the core and left you yearning for more? Where were the thoughts when the tears fell as rain, and there was no comfort in your own pain?

Where were the Thoughts?


21 Nov 98--in retrospect

The morning came much to soon, one last walk and a cinnamon doughnut for old times sake. The Limo arrived late but that was okay it prolonged my stay by a few minutes then dashing through traffic a last good bye, then to the airport. Again airport security stops me ughh...this time my bells set off the alarm, so again I do the swan dance and off I am again. The plane leaves the ground and we circle over the Pacific, what a beautiful site. I must have slept for soon the pilot reports our landing, a dash to the next gate and a short flight back to where my little white car sat cold and alone. 3 hours home and now just a memory that will be treasured forever


What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.
- Oscar Wilde -