As I await the dormant signs

Eyes of all shapes flutter around me blooming like flowers. Spring is green, red, white, yellow, blue, violet... Something is going to happen and this certitude is whispered into my ears by trees rocking in the breeze at 3pm in a lonesome street. Again I tire at waiting for it to speak and again it uplifts me. The garden smells of life reborn while we talk over tea in the morning, couples kiss everywhere, white cotton floats around, girls are pretty in their tiny tight summer clothes and churchbells chime reminding me that christians got it all wrong yet christ still can be found and there is a path laid for those who discover "ears to see and eyes to listen". Definitely one chapter has closed and another is opening and places and people change their meaning as they recurr in this other turn of the wheel. "A Love Supreme" ecos in a hotel bathroom while I sit in the toilet -the unlikeliness of this seems to makes sense to me??? ... Thus a whole new set of signs is unfolding and I prepare to roll them out, yet the method is still freejazz and the crafter is still the same and the same is still my predicament: what is the question I must ask? Just caution about losing track and getting lost as I release myself... always in control.... I can go with the flow.