This piece came to me on the airplane. It is a prose that explains a more clear version of the last few poems I have posted. This is time in its essence. This is what defines truth.
When one door closes, another door opens...
Being in a vortex, or a time warp, if you will, graces me with an opportunity to view space through a periphery usually clouded by abstract visions of a race no one is winning. Finishing last, my ticket to success...patience is a virtue. Waning spirals of a serpent dance provokes thought and dons a clandestine nature call. Bringing me to a new found frame perforated with strobes of sensory influence. Feeling blessed for my hobble wobble, as I move what feels like a weighted anvil. I feverishly open my eyes wide. Could a piece of tape keep them open forever? And what if the slightest moisture was to creep within the adhesive, would I return to a stagnancy? I'm caressing the taste and smell of my environment I created. This test is voluntary. I submit myself, willingly. Can a level of patience and acceptance bring me to a place I call home...? Yes. Indeed. I felt the swoosh of a door opening to grace me with a human level kind gesture. A smile becomes me. If for a second, could we remember to bare kindness for all levels of being? Perhaps, could we recreate the same level as the "hallmark" holiday without the hall pass excuse? Picture this: The gesture, the blossom of selflessness is already present. We donate ourselves to it. With the standing of time, a virus is born and remains still, yet, once all the parabolas are present, once a host has created a domain, this virus masters itself and grows and multiplies thereby presenting itself with a new found colonization of a now suppressed structure with which none to remain intact, resulting in a metastasized recreation of itself. If the word virus did not have a negative implication in our society, would we be able to re-frame this colonization and allow it to fester into a positively illuminating force? Force of Nature. Let's dissect this phrase. F.O.R.C.E. Feeding On Realistic Charisma Everyday. Should I replace realistic with relative? Isn't it one and the same? My new speed of motion allows me to envision a kindness that seems to preset itself between human interaction only when the necessity is evident. Question this!! Where has our necessity for haste learned to surpass simply being? The need to control your force of nature which when combined with other forces becomes an atomic blast throwing neurons into shape shifting. "You are not as beautiful as I need you to be." Words interpreted as such, recreate a rite of passage, of beauty and virtue. I'm not? Beautiful? Do you see me now? The most important and beautiful being, I, Me, We, Everyone, is more beautiful than you've the imagination to create. It's the eye of the beholder, and self doubt becomes beauty is as beauty does. And, I'm a beauty voyeur; so drawn to random acts of kindness. In fact, beauty is taking the time to write this excerpt on paper, and then re-write it, just for repetitions sake, on the digitally remastered version to remind me that beauty is a relative word, and what I see beautiful is you, for reminding me of how beautiful we really are, whether you see it or not, perhaps, wearing goggles fogged with internal steam. I took my finger and scribbled BEAUTY in the lens. Be Everything As Unique To You as you can be! And ensuing this beautiful disturbance, I feel weightlessness, because when I was going to pick myself up, you beat me to it, with your impatience, and for that I'm delighted I waited for you, me, everywe together discovered a new place to be. And I was reshaping my steel core upon the weighted anvil, and when sparks flew and chewed off a piece at a time, before I knew it, I wiped my hands and starred into space... How long have I been working on this piece of steel? Recreated beauty displayed in every spark. I can't ask about time, and, how long... I can only ask, how could I ever go dormant? How could I judge beauty in someone else? ZZZZZZZZ up yourself now. We've got work to do!
><)))*>...fishin food for thought...
