People say that what we’re seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. What we seek is an experience of being alive.
Joseph Campbell
Over the past several years, I have come to realize the wonderful world “out there” for me to explore and experience. Over the past year, I have come to realize the wonderful world “in here” for me to explore and experience. I cannot figure out which of the two realizations I am most excited about. I wonder if they are one in the same, I just have not come to that understanding yet.
Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
Mark Twain
Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe
Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe