To weep is no shame, anymore than to be a child of our time as born. But in the ark of a lifetime it is to become aware that one must speak or otherwise drown in tears. And within discover the gift of reverence and awe. The dialog between creation and man. By which, again and obviously, I mean all life, both genders; equality.
Suck it up, get over it, this apparent warfare between what is and what, seemingly, is impossible. In some curious sense to revert to being as a child born then corrupted in time to survive life in our era.
To love and prize one above all others is to sink the world. Instead seek to build an ark capable of lofting all above the flood of indifference. Not my or your but our way. Collaborative, co-creating life and love as possible. Impossibly and/both versus and/or. No one and nothing is merely this or that as defined as we would have it or them. But more - vastly so.
As much in art, religion and science definitions change. Seen from random association and inclined to see things in obverse; a form of play, myths seen differently speaking truths redefined or applied as better but bitter truth crossing boundaries between subject and object. Indicate to me not this or that but inclusive and available to all consciousness; a river of mindfulness become a flood tide.
. . . 05:18 At times I consider myself, variously as: a scold, wannabe preacher, teacher, a fool and specious - pretentious and simply wrong. But then considering the facts I realize now that I still seek and excuse to keep living instead of merely eating a train. Humiliated since birth, I sense now the value of humility, recognizing the origin of power and force as manifestations of fear. To which some have, in their last words, forgiven instead of decried revenge. Leaving life as they define the value and meaning of love; or better yet, what it is to be a friend, universal. . . . teaching with their last breath.
In recognition that I misspoke, referring to my time at hospice was ‘The Work,’ I now define it as part of my life’s tutelage swept upward, downward and broader; the knowledge that everything changes and death has less to fear than I previously supposed or assumed.
Yesterday I took a friend to the El Paso VA Clinic, at his request, since he hates to drive having been once a long distance hauler back and forth across the continent alone. I love people of all kinds yet despise herds or crowds as some would have it. Yet, though equipped with a book, a computer, etc. I found myself, yet again, wandering about asking people who they are and why.
Not exactly conscious from a lifetime of travel I found, here and there random friends who are better than lovers since it, the relationship holds no boundaries defined by convention. Not so much grist for my mill of writing anything defined as ‘art’ since life itself is its own reward. Recognizing that from infancy to the end game I remain curious about others their life and times defined as they will or need, even those who have stolen all my resources save that curiosity about how and why.
Now, if I be a fool who laughs and cries, I am more fond of that then anything else about myself. Or anything I’ve ever done in life.
“I look forward to growing old and wise and audacious.” - Glenda Jackson
"Love demands infinitely less than friendship." - George Jean Nathan
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