Marais district of Paris. Photo taken 10/20/2006.Ha ha, me li'l blogger site, I got you where I want you again -- i.e., forgotten; tossed aside; dead as far as the eyes of others are concerned. You can be just like me once more, growing at your own quiet pace. I love creating you when I know no one is looking. And I love that you create me everyday, even when my head is often turned elsewhere, dreaming other dreams.
As time spins another set of days for us I think of all the chances to live this world again. The older I get the more I am aware of myself as a spirit looking out from these eye sockets, the noticer noticing. More than anything I wish to live the days connected, not to something or to someone, not even just to my own core, but as a state of consciousness. The way one is when there are no more thoughts and feelings, and out of that calm and silence one feels oneself as an entire singularity, lacking nothing.
Thank you, Life, for always guiding me. Wherever I turn, I see you calling out my name.
