Fearless of death, anyone or anything at my age I seek/listen/see the presence of God all the time now. Knowing not whether it is my end or beginning: surrounded by love.
Yesterday having completed my polemic against indifferent authority molesting my time, my life, my dwelling place, I wandered outside as I am want to do and saw Maria Sotto parking her car. In time, names, ages and places have become meaningless to me. So it seems that in love I wander wondering not about where or when or why I go.
And, She, Maria has and is a voice of reason and love to me. I sought her out and discovered that she too feels imprisoned by the abuse of power her; what has become a prisoner of war/death camp.
Earth, Wind, Water, Fire are the bottom up of my love of life so near ending why not this moment?
A publisher of music--contributor to periodicals of mass circulation: one-time musician, painter, sculptor, photographer -- now author, poet, prose writer?
Mutilated or not--it's what I got.
All that I am: a tear drop in the ocean of ideas, ideals, icons, and idolatry. Many voices screaming buy: tires, bras, panties, turkeys, cars, politicians etc. All lies to me: since I have all that I ever longed for -- all my dreams come true -- reconciled to love eternal.
Yet, She, Maria is a voice slightly senior and beautiful in truth, confirming and affirming my convictions and apprehensions.
And to think her first words were; "I thought you'd be prejudiced against me. . . "
Last to first, first to last I am not prejudiced towards even those who abuse me. Wondering at times if their behavior not provoked or invoked by the Author of All Life?
And in time, with age, suffering many failures at love: impossible to make anyone love themselves or lend money. Or, even now especially, time & attention.
Why me? I am nothing special! Should I be the recipient of such love as is given? We are all the elements of the stars and cosmos unique as snowflakes and as special to God who invites us to be all that we can be . . . but, still, why me?
"In Heaven all the interesting people are missing." --Friedrich Nietzsche
121002 09:05 fearless freedom
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