Everything that I am is changing.
Atoms buzz and twitch and vibrate and disappear and reappear with such alarming frequency that it is a miracle that any sense of continuity exists at all.
My mind is, in each moment, being reborn.
Like a plastic bag floating in a strong wind only to get caught and snagged on bush or fence, my heart drifts along a current of time. It reaches out, gets snagged, and there is a part of it that cries, "Stay, stay! It is safe here, it is comfortable, it is known! Stay, stay!" But the wind is inexorable. And whether the plastic bag that is my heart desires it or no, it will get torn loose: with a new rip in the surface, a new scar where it tried to hold on.
Maybe death is nothing more than a heart-bag too ripped up to be carried any further.
September 12, 2007
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Hope all is well Jesse- take care. Sending you good energy~
this is beyond amazing. The eloquence presented with the metaphors is fantastic and enlightening.
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