Mix and shuffle and carefully sew each piece together to create a colorful tapestry or an alien landscape or just a long winter’s tale to be told around the fire as we sip warm cider from a mug.  Words are the seeds that we sometimes scatter heedlessly or perhaps sow thoughtfully as we move about in the world.  To our fellow human beings we toss these fine bits out or string them along to entice or repel, to soothe or rile or enchant.  Are the words we use cared for and tended to with compassion and consideration?

My words were the same as the terms they chose to describe me but in an ironic fashion that was predictable and unbelievable all at once.  Who decided to string all of those words together and concoct the potion that was forced upon me?  What meetings collected the terms?

Are the words that I would have chosen any truer?  What makes my application more believable or reliable?  Does it matter at all?   All of the words can be taken and mashed and reconstructed to define different illustrations and depictions of the truth for truth itself is just a word.  

Stand down and stand still and let the words fall where they will.  Collect up the moment you stand in and see it in all of its presence.  The past is a collection of words thrown together in books and in images on screens tiny and immense and they tell truths of the honest and the liar at once.  

The future exists only of words that may never even happen at all.  The speaker or writer selects expectations and wishes that will most likely disappoint or fall short.  Recognize the instant before you without label or name and let it envelope your mind, body and spirit completely.  Feast on the richness of what is and don’t call it anything at all.  

The moment needs no explanation in words for it is.