awake
It’s 1:30am. I should be sleeping.
I was thinking about being here…in this moment…alive. I am now awake beyond just opened eyes. What else awakes with me?
I wonder if somewhere out in the far reaches of space, in another galaxy or another universe, if there is someone out there and in their way of communicating and being, thinking the same thing…about their moment and being alive and awake. Are they wondering if someone out in the far reaches of space, in another galaxy or another universe, is thinking the same thing they are?
Are we deeply considering the possibility of each other, in the same moment? This moment?
Are we both wondering if the other feels in the way we feel, dreams in the way we dream, creates in the way we create, loves in the way we love? Are we wondering if the other has intelligence? What does intelligence look like for for this other? How would we communicate if we encountered each other?
Does that someone out there imagine? Does it imagine if we, humans, imagine? Or does it oddly think like some that it is all there is in its galaxy, in this universe amongst many universes? What does it feel when alone and no one is watching? And does it wonder if we feel when alone?
I should be sleeping.
There is too much to wonder about in this moment. In the end, what does it mean to be alive?
I really should be sleeping…
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thankful for small miracles
Late last night, my oldest daughter (18 years old) got into a car accident. She was in the back seat and a car slammed into the vehicle and sent her and her two friends spinning. She was in the ambulance when she called. I’m sure you can imagine how frantic I was, yet glad that it was her voice on the other end of the line.
I am so thankful the universe was showering her with protective energy. The situaton could have been much worse. My daughter is alive. She suffered a great many bumps and bruises, and will now have to live with a one and a half inch cut soon to turn scar above her eyebrow that needed to be stitched up. Sadly, it cut wide open and she lost a bit of flesh. It is a nasty wound which was so vicious, it also caused a bit of nerve damage. There are a few areas above it where she’s numb.
But again, she’s alive.
:: heavy exhale ::
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poem: to serve me
Serve me with red wine
Taste the spices of my soul
Drink from my Creator
Let my bouquet delight your senses
Let the dew of life
Awaken your spirit
Sip my nectar of happiness
Let the flavor come alive
Wanting so much more
Enslaved by my appetite
Desiring to serve me
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living without boundaries
There is a life, out there, beyond the horizon that beckons us to find it. It calls to us like a siren in the night, reminding us that life is to be lived, without the boundaries of this modern society. It is how our ancestors once lived. No borders, no money, no system that attempted to enslave us physically and mentally through its machinations.
We were free to roam and enjoy the earth, unhindered. In many ways, we can still live without boundaries. But we have to dig deep within our souls to find the strength and will to live boundless. It isn’t an easy thing. We’ve been bound up for so long, we’ve almost forgotten what it means to be free…what it feels like to be free.
Inside the far reaches of me, I am free. I live with a joy that resounds within the core of my being. Freedom speaks to me and echoes everything me…my thoughts, my emotions, my beliefs, me. Freedom echoes from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hairs. It dances around my aura and whispers sweetness that leaves me giggling like a child.
My spirit, filled with boundless energy, gyrates to the forces that swirl to and fro, hither and thither. I swing and sway and let the joy of life break down borders, erase lines, burn into ash all limitations unnatural to my energy force. I am electric, moving through everything as everything moves through me. And I sing. I sing my body electric. I celebrate the me that has come and will always be.
My only law is the law of the universe. And those laws are ever changing, bound within a boundless infiniteness. Endeavor to live without boundaries, as a great energy force, electric and free.
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