The Big Picture

Follow the clouds in the sky, to the sun peeking out above. A warming trend caused by the god that we love. But do we love something that destroys what it creates? Or do we bottle up our feelings of violence and hate.. to explode when the load gets too heavy to debate?.... Whether it's good or bad, whether it's civil or not, the world's getting warmer.. blistering hot.

But if we do in fact, love this blind god who acts, like the puppeteer tangling the lines from our back... can we forgive it for taking away the fact, that we're all here for a few moments, no looking back? And then we question, vocalizing as we ask, does it really matter if we're white, brown or black? For it's the realization of circumstances that we lack... That we're all brothers, all sisters, from times that go way back. The beginning of man, the beginning of the world, is too large to consider when we're busy creating war.

So I ask you today, to place some trust in your heart, and listen to that voice that keeps you from falling apart. It's the god inside of us, whispering as we walk. Treat others with kindness, and be mindful when you talk.

And the sun above sets, and rises as it will. To once again greet the day, end the day, a legendary story it fulfills. Time, place, existence and race.. are all but quick dashes between the sentences that displace, the meanings and verbs we write down in words, to capture the moment of what we've seen and what we've heard. Til' the end of the world, and the miracle of each day, love your neighbor as yourself. That's all that I'll say..

In the quick of it all

I forgot my wallet.. not only did I lose my card, but I forgot my passport. Not only that but it never occurred to me that nothing ever makes sense anymore.. nothing. Not at all.

Isn't that what's it's all about? Shake your leg and wiggle all about? You do the hokie pokie and you turn your self around? Isn't that what's it's all about?

If it never all started, then we wouldn't be where we are right now. Your global warming, your wars, your race fights, your ethnic struggles, your economical see saws, your gender debates.. all for the birds. Every last bit.

Somewhere along the line, life was created. That starting point that was as neutral as the name that wasn't assigned to it. The beginning of creation. Theee start of it all.

When it didn't matter who the hell you were, what the hell you are, when you think you exist, or if you believe you exist at all.. It was just staring into the emptiness of earth and breathing it's air alone. What is it, exactly? I don't know. In fact, I have no clue what I'm really talking about. Do you?