A Most Lovely Hello
I believe that the stuff we are made of is 'rich' genetic material pre-disposing
us to more deeply touch the earth and feel the reality through the eyes of
'ancient' beings whose archetypes have been 'used' and understood for centuries.
Yet our contact has become increasingly abstract .
So much is lost in life when the 'heritage', the 'gift' given by 'our'
creators/creations, is not appreciated. The enlightened say so. To be the
'children' of god and not realize the potential. To be 'star dust' and not feel
the 'stars' inside us. To be the 'beginning' and anticipate tomorrow.
Yet who has a better view of 'god', the everything? I wonder that at times. Those
who choose to journey 'out' into the world of 'ever land'. Or those who choose
to view the light at the edge of 'reality' inside or outside. Perception or
Point of view. There in the mighty conundrum dance devils and angels, Saints and
daemons, and stories ghaw `lore
Ah, to be one of the players, just once I pleaded. Let me real-eyes the
potential and know the awe full wonder.
It must be of some consequence I am at all, most sure, that without the
experience, I might not exist.
So hard to tell the story and not re-member the peaces. Loosing my place and
having to start all over again, at the title.
Just once it'd be nice to finish without thinking I might be