when?!

If not you who or me why not now to be pregnant with the inevitable change giving birth to the infinite now.

Giving birth to a self is birth, life, death, resurrection, minute by second creation's evolution expanding contracting recycling. Neither contextual or situational but both blessed either way.

Music to my soul the winds of change inevitable constant, in sure certainty of resurrection in another time unknown for now unknowable before time was a memory silence.

What owns me is the illusion that I own anything. Possibly even the delusion: myself tenant, transient; since now I sense myself nothing at all . . . but what writes?

Why? Why Not?

Status Quo Ante Bellum: what was before birth, innocent of fertility . . .

. . . in context: a vision gleaned from seeing my mother in a bathing suit at the age of my witness Herself as nascent mother of me.

Add: I am in transition from one shelter to another=home. At times aggrieved, others, sans expectations, of potential delights or more joy than ever imagined. Too magnificent and beyond all longing. Having been here before on the cusp of what is next, death? Life? whatever! It will be itself regardless, not fate, maybe Karma.

The stillness I know now is flowing to another moment in time; and time, of course, in context, is irrelevant. So the only thing I bring with me is myself; possessed, owned, inhabited, incarnated or not. (laughter, guffaws, giggles, sighs but best: grinning) “Had She Said Yes” said yes expansively even now growing: Yes to Yes.

Ah, the folly of love, known at an age, near the ending of everything. . . .

yet love is all: kindness

if I were a poet, a wannabe, maybe a might: I would attempt to delight you with yourself the experience within --- a butter knife thrust through titanium

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