…waves of memories come back, lining up to be remembered or washed away…
who can imagine inside another’s head, stumbling into karma: death, joy and legs running towards meaning…
some pulled by black nights, others by neutrinos from the sun, demanding answers in a spinning world, ghosts in an expanding cosmic jar, looking through glass at the mirror image of work, glistening in the blink of the sun, trembling in the kiss of the moon, soaked into the ground of being, rising up in an expansion of hopes…
six and a half billion of us…a BILLION more than we were ten years ago…
the snows of Kilimanjaro fade, slums that used to be are fertilizer for dreams to come; we were dinosaurs once, fucking…
i send love because everything else is in a time dance; we are here in the Divine experience of gathering moments of permanently changing light on rivers and faces, reflected in the evening news.
we are mystics because we are: those that don’t know it will get a glimpse in a passing thought, a longing for that which they can’t disect or purchase; those who know, know about the Supreme Being of wonder, and when the light is right, for that eternal moment, captured then gone, souls emote before Her in gratitude and celebration, and weep at all the forgetting…
love your beautiful self for a day of Bramha, and into the night too.
“To every season…â€? and this is ours, I swear to God.
“The most incomprehensible thing about life is how incomprehensible it is…”
—Albert Einstein
“Because I have immortal longings, I believe in the immortality of the soul…”
—Helen Keller