Have you ever drawn you fingertips softly across the surface of a pool and watched the swirls and ripples? It's such a simple pleasure. The softer you touch the water, the lighter your influence upon it's pristine surface....the smaller the rippes you create. If you are soft enough..if you are gentle enough, with a steady hand, you cant make contact with the water with barely a sign of you passing. Or you can create a big splash, one of such force upon the water that it literally loses some of itself, spread so far never to regroup. There is a way to touch, a way to draw your fingers softly along, that creates the most intriguing and appealing designs, smal soft ripples that seep ever outwards, slowly working their way towards the edge.

I sit and watch the ripples. The big splashes, they make waves, causing such turmoil in the water..everything is moved, displaced, they waves reach the edge quickly and dissapate... swallowing all in it's path. As it calms...as the passing of the big splass ebbs away, the small ripples are all still there...softly caressing the surface as they take their time towards the edge, gaining in size, emcompassing more and more, creating another at the centre to follow in it's course.

In time, with no one to disturb it's peace..no whisper of the wind to coax it into play, the surface returns to it's placid state....no movement, no currents or wave...just relaxed

When you hear something often enough, does it become mundane? When something is said so much, used so much in so many different ways, by so many people....how can you even begin to believe it's truth? Or that it exists at all?...Actions speak so much louder than words sometimes. Words are lost in the splash...

I want the ripples.