I see again an endless ocean of individuals straining themselves on the long walk of life. "No time to rest" they always sigh ,"there's no precious time to waste". What is left then in our daily lives apart from stress and the vicious race of moments, endless hours to years until our shadows fall weary.
Consuming our bodies to the last drop of hope, dreams and constant being. Efforts and aims you cannot always approach , but Home is your only sanctuary, that there locked door is the threshold to your peace. Once you have entered then you shut out all the white noise left outside and draw openly the curtains, let it out! Set free the warm sun which is hidden behind the drapes, for what it's worth and all that matters, yours the kingdom of daylight is your home!
No need for inexplicable equations and solutions of unwanted wisdom when delicate sounds are thundering through a "pillow of winds" (Do you see it now?) to ease you down.
Simplicity and a gentle caress of art, an array of primary colours that tame your unbound soul. Is that what you hear and feel , soothing you, as an unwavering effigy pounding in your heart ?
Is this artist JOHN LIKIDES and his ways the vessel to your desired destination? No barricades, only invisible figures ascend and transcend around you to an open road, familiar yes, but how often do you listen to whispers of perfect peace? You look for names (I hear you mention a band called YES and a thin shadow resembling STEVEN HOWE lurks as if you knew where he stands, on a cloud, but did you know exactly where you have been? In a TANGERINE DREAM or a CAMEL-like image to gently mount on as you cross the vast desert and the endless miles. But soon isn't your journey about to end gracefully for another one to begin in the shifting sands of your imagination, where the mythical people of ELOY wait for your arrival ?
Isn't that what it's meant to be ? It's all in your mind and figment of imagination or is not, really? Treasure isles linger, a distant reflect on a imaginary mirror like vague objects yet so closer they clearly appear than you ever imagined. Time to close the book on a story destined to end, but cautiously you kept a mark on the page you just eagerly read, until you long for another chapter or a dream on your canvas of seeming solitude. Don't look for unnecessary words. In this case disturbing the peace, you can always seek, but not for a voice, at least not this time. Don't look elsewhere when all you ever needed was always here. Did you feel the eyelids grow heavier under your brow while you take heed? It was once before day just moments ago now it's seemingly endless night in your room, time for sleep and dormancy, how time flies you rightfully wonder, time and again but only when you forget about the significance of time and its measure, it will never exist. If you feel the same tomorrow like you did today, then you know not all has fallen apart for the dreamer... a delightful gift of seven virtues and seven wishes granted, through Diligence, Patience, Resoucefulness, Compassion, Exuberance, Sagacity and Loyalty is what you will surely receive.