Days of Splendor

Was it, but, just a few yesterdays in time? The sun and shine hemmed in by the beauty? I can see that soon, in a matter of time, the fall will be knocking on my back door, sneaking up on me.

I needed a little flashback while I watch the rain falling from the heavens.



Oh, for the love of getting a good dose of sun and shine, now that the blanket of cold has appeared is going to be on the calendar starting next week. Oh yes, the trivial has become more important, but, it really seems to matter not. The here and now is absolutely extraordinary, if you can see, then you would know. To experience the wonder of it, the beauty, the splendor. The glory of it, if you will.

Like the newness of love in the present tense. It is merely a celebration of the senses.

The myth falls away...and we see deeper, beneath the surface of everyday attention, and we get a glimpse of unseen beauty and wonder that seems to expand our consciousness. Those moments can be so full that they seem self-authenticating.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.