Saturday, November 2, 2013

Memory

Trials of the mind of memory, abstraction of loose connection, thoughts of false love, and of ill conceived love, and questioning love, or questioning the declaration of it, years hence, and the spirit is in place, it sits easily, is very accepted, and all around is only today and its vision and its feel, anger is suppressed, somewhere close to reality dictates it to be, and it guides to a place where angels dwell, and in this place, there is a world of itself, it is unselfconscious, and it is easy and it is in movement, and it is striding for a righteous place, between the orient and the occident, between the then and the now, between the me of then and the me of today, and between the person that you once were, and the person that I once was, and the dream is of sincerity, in a world of deceit, in a world of lies, of deception. I turn from this area, and visit myself and my real panorama, and I return again, and again and again.

A new Day

And yesterday it was my birthday. A have now reached the ago of 72. I am enjoying this getting older I have to confess. I have no fear for i...