This wonderful experience of knowing our selves alive
Unique
Each impressed
In no equal way to someone else
And yet never alone in love, in life or death
How could we not know the beyond
When life is only the beginning?
Or deny that the season’s flowers are not the tree’s life?
Neglect the Sun,
The night
The food
The Wine?
When I die
Will you keep letting the dogs take you for a walk?
And the music play on the guitar?
And sip the scent of people’s soul when you take the bus?
And let time funnel you through a plane to other people’s life?
Will you let go of life
Thread by thread of light
And disconnect
Like a balloon in flight?
And swallow love
Like powder milk
Until the tongue sticks?
It’s a good thing that we don’t have to wait for our turn to live
And that they haven’t yet put a price on giving birth
At least on this side of earth
And that we are not too young to die
Or too old to live
And that we can still cry
And laugh
As if it were the first time
Laugh
For the joy of life
And the madness
Oh the madness,
What would have we ever done without the madness?
Broken to pieces
Run down in the mill of love
Of pain, of desire, of wanting and needing and needing and wanting
To
Be
What else could have been better?
The Stars around watch
How people on Earth are ground
To make the cosmic light
And wait like children for their charm
And the great, great, great parents
wonder when the little, little people
will not be too proud to ask
for help
or remember that they’re alive
just waiting for a sign
to give a hand.
They wonder at what time
Enough will be enough
To part
And when we’ll understand
That love is just the start
Of another life
Most literally alive
And how we’ll come
To be as One
And still they wonder
When we’ll realize
That everything and everything
And everything in the Universe
Is at Our hand
And look at us with a smile
When we play like children
With desire
And let us stand on our own
When we fall a million times
Like a blooming in fruits too ripe
Life is the Cosmic Child
And Earth the Cosmic playground
And people are Pinnochios
With a wooden heart
Longing to taste like wine
And it is a marvelous marvelous vineyard
That great, great, great parents
From other galaxies sometimes visit
to taste the wine and talk about each generation
like the different vintages and of each nation like
particular wines that range from the most exquisite
to the exquisite of the most!
This one tastes like love and music and that one has a taste of grace
Says one great parent to his host.
And that one is pure joy while this one has a most exquisite taste of fun!
“Try this one then”, says the proud host, “it tastes like diamonds! It is a pity that they can’t taste their own diamonds being themselves so much like them in flesh and blood!”
“Well you’ve said it yourself, in “flesh and blood”. You can’t quite taste a diamond as long as you can still spill blood.”
“What vintage is this one then?” asks another visitor
“Well, it is a mixture now, you know, with globalization taking place, there’s a little of a lot in almost any place. That’s the European vintage of the 1960’s”
“Excellent my friend, absolutely exquisite!”
And when they’ve drunk enough they sit by the Sun and listen to Cosmic music
And the love of a whole galaxy shines out into the Universe.
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