me in life...

 a giddy-kind-of-silly-lighter-than-clouds-kind-of-pithy-dawdle-daydream-kind-of-day…

Your days pass like rainbows, like a flash of lightening, like a star at dawn. Your life is short. How can you quarrel?

….The Buddha….

nothing is getting put off today….it’s all right here in the palm of my hand…sweetness….

I am reminded that joy & passion are here, not elsewhere….

this is a dreamy & yet stark awakening…..

allusive & yet mine to choose….

a nuanced riddle & yet simple common sense…

     it’s time to play….

 I would not paint-a picture-

I would not paint-a picture-

I’d rather be the One

Its bright impossibility

To dwell-delicious-on-

And wonder how the fingers feel

Whose rare-celestial-stir-

Evokes so sweet a Torment-

Such sumptuous-Despair-

I would not talk, like Cornets-

I’d rather be the One

Raised softly to the Ceilings-

And out, and easy on-

Through Villages of Ether-

Myself endued Balloon

By but a lip of Metal-

The pier to my Pontoon-

Nor would I be a Poet-

It’s finer-own the Ear-

Enamored-impotent-content-

The License to revere,

A privilege so awful

What would the Dower be,

Had I the Art to stun myself

With Bolts of Melody!

……Emily Dickinson…..