10/26/2006 revisited

What are you looking at?

Pull out your pocket mirror and blow yourself a kiss,

The reflection won’t lie if you honestly mean it,

Take the time to give yourself a hug and take a deep breath,

Smile, look deep into your own eyes, what do you see?

What are you looking at? Can you hear that voice inside your mind?

Can you see the time, is it slipping by, do you know what you’re missing?

All of that time, once it’s gone you can never get it back, don’t look back, it’s already gone, it’s not behind you anyway, and what does it really mean now that it’s gone? The flood waters slowly drip over the dam ever after, the reservoir is the backwater, everything you were, everything you are, the trickle that is coming through is the personality that is held in your face, your speech, your you.

The laughter, it’s maddening, and you are the joke. Don’t look back, look forward, it’s everything that you have now, it’s the only thing left, so what are you going to do? What are you looking at? What is your name, first? Last? Middle? Who are you? What does your name mean to you? Are you awake or asleep? Is this a dream or a nightmare? Just relax, remember? Just open up your mind, we are all one in here; we are united, intertwined, inseparable, the unified being that stands alone in the darkness and light, timeless, in here. What are you looking at?

these days, here, alive.

The latest chapter of life’s rich pageant is coming to a close in the next several hours. The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of pandemonium and chaos; stretching the imagination of emotion, vastly and with curious discernment from moment to moment. The time has spanned segments of synaptic blasts, brightly with beauty and majesty, while also encompassing the depths of sadness, untimely and regretfully. Many miles have been traveled to acquire memories thoughtfully and with each recorded significantly internally, it is still the remarkable secret trapped in a puzzle waiting to be discovered in the truth of a new day.

The deaths, birthdays, graduations and celebrations have moved in and out of heartfelt momentums; hugs through tears draped in quivering lipped gasps. The late night laughter of old friends and the weeping words have occurred to echo in the chasms of our mental abysses. The sharing of securities in the presence of the pleasant companions we have walked many journeys with and the instances are gifts that we relish in.

These are the experiences we distribute amongst those we love and cherish, the prominent caretakers of our allocated occasions, thorough inspections to detect necessity. Insights of open relevance, delicately surrendered explicitly, because it is the way we thrive and breathe in actuality. The summation of our life’s significance is the winning wonderment of its briefness, sweetness, uniqueness and ultimately its complete bliss