Slowly disintegrating, crumbling right before my eyes – a cavalcade of beliefs, assumptions, allegiances, coherent views and opinions, the body itself, the central thought that keeps the matrix pulsing: “I”. Good bye! Good bye to the mime of me and mine — you never were, none of it was, so Good bye, Good bye!
Ah, but what of the sorry state of things, the off-key songs that the candidates sing, the fate of the country, my dwindling money, the perils faced by a world in crisis, mad children who kill in the name of ISIS, the whole solar system heating up, the poisons swirling in my coffee cup, of light versus dark on a cosmic scale, the hunting of whales, of petitions to sign and the cost of good wine?
Inhale, exhale, take a step back, a big step back to where it all started — what is there for the broken-hearted? Is it just hot air? Is the great Breath of God just a sigh of hot air, spawning the great galactic dust, the stars we trust, the whirl of worlds both seen and unseen, this endless dream, the immediate scene, the beating heart of vast empty space, the place where we go and leave no trace?
When the breath goes out with a whimper or shout, and what is left is fit to burn, I will not return, nor re-appear as a meme in a post from a hungry ghost, drifting in mists at the fabled Lost Coast. I’ll be with the one whom I love the most. Yes, I’ll be with the one whom I love the most.
But Hey Ho – now we’re back on the road today, El Camino Real, the royal path forward to the place we began, where we can start over, all over again, where nobody needs to pay to play, where the deer and the antelope have their say, where never is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day, Yay — and the skies are not cloudy all day!