. . . jubilation . . . continuation of primitive dreams

100101 04:56
I awoke in a state of jubilation based upon the continuation of primitive dreams. Then fell into consideration of exactly how skewed our calendar is. This ‘New Year’ began at the close of Winter Solstice and my sense of The Birth Life Death & Resurrection is a continuity measured and treasured through all the heart beats of my life.
Given that, I move ever closer to the author of Jesus’ messages, and see the simplicity of loving ones enemies.
At my age it is wonderful to have another day to speak and demarcate the boundaries between that which I can change--myself--and that which I cannot--all else. Perhaps this body carrying me is about to depart and my soul will simply fly outward as I now sense does Jesus. Chuy is present in all life but more apparent in the poor, the about to be destroyed unjustly accused of anything you might imagine; or just for being alive.
The power of love is beyond comprehension captive to no one moving the stars above and about. What is to fear in such a universe?
But then what is my fear formerly?
The mantel place of my interior consciousness grows deeper and wider daily with new iconic choices to live and die bravely; love defined in the 6 Million; a symphony of Love sung silently.  There are many others, too many to enumerate/annotate here, save that they also died in love without fear.
How can you enter the inferno of your unlived life?
How did I?
Why?
It is uncommon for power to admit error but then the absence of moral or ethical consideration is seldom fodder for entertainment. Turn and turn about I am in a world of information affirming the songs sung by each day. The camera I use is dedicated to still images yet the camera in my attention is full motion continual.
Feeding the birds in predawn the moon is full and greeting the sun. I paused and thought, why not record the coincidence? I have no images of my children’s faces nor record their lives so brief. I lost or abandoned them instead of myself who now feels the solid bridge between life and death confident.
Flashing through my attention: “A picture is worth a thousand words” &
"A photograph is usually looked at - seldom looked into." --Ansel Adams
Suffering and grief is so commonplace an entertainment now, perhaps only parables and poetry will suffice.
Chuy was and remains a teacher. Should I live or die it is He whom I desire to emulate.